In 2010 to 2011 when I was in the religious life I experienced something in our house chapel that I don’t think I have shared up here, nor have I told it to many people. One day in October of 2010 I came home from the Seminary, and anytime I came into the house, the first place that I visited was the chapel and Our Lord. That particular day, I remember it was overcast, I left my book bag at the door and I walked up to my assigned pew in the front row on the far right side. I sat down in the darkness and told God how my day had gone at the Seminary. If I remember correctly, it had been rough day. There was a professor/Priest at the Seminary who went out of his way to make my life difficult, doing whatever he could to get me to quit. He told me one day after class that he was going to drive me out of the Seminary if he could and everyday I had to endure his wrath. Anyways.. so I was sitting in that pew praying and thanking God when I noticed something. I was looking up at the tabernacle behind the altar and I thought I saw the top of a person’s head bobbing back and forth behind the altar and directly in front of the tabernacle. I didn’t know what to think of it, so I got up and walked around the altar and saw nothing. I went back to my pew and sat back down. Immediately I saw it again, the hair was brown and I saw about 2-3 inches of the head above the top of the altar. I quickly got up and tip toed around the altar and again.. nothing was there. I was baffled and went and sat down again. A few moments passed and as I looked down at my breviary I heard what seemed like a shuffle, I looked back up and there was the head again going back and forth in front of the tabernacle. At that.. I got up and left. Several times through the rest of the year.. I saw the same thing. I thought then as I still believe today.. it must have been an angel, in the form of a child keeping guard in front of the tabernacle. And what happened to that Priest/Professor? Divine Justice was served at the end of my year in the Seminary. God rewards the just and punishes the cruel.
I just read an article about a Christian Science believer that got me thinking about something that I have consistently experienced over the years in the proximity of evil or evil people. From my earliest memories, I can remember having a sensation when I was near someone who was bad. This sensation became more realized when I was in High School. It became a fine tuned instrument by the 10th grade and I could tell immediately if anyone was near me that had ill intentions for me or someone else around me. It all traced back to my left ear. I know.. this sounds nuts.. but bear with me. I began to get a tingling sensation in my left ear and it never failed, if I was to turn around, I would see someone who I didn’t like, usually a bully who was following me and seconds later they would attack me. I started to pay attention to the tingling, when I felt it.. I would dash into an office or a teachers room and sure enough, moments later, some jerk would coolly walk by and flash me an evil smile. I have no idea where this sensation came from or how it began. Over the years, it has really come in handy. Sometimes I won’t have it for months at a time and then other times it will happen frequently and when it does.. I know that something or someone is around me that has an evil intention. The story I was reading is here: http://ift.tt/1E1wLjB
Granted.. I don’t believe everything that this person in the article is saying.. her theology is a bit off, but her experience is strangely similar to mine. Two months ago I was out visiting a local country club, I had been invited by the manager to have a delicious meal on the house. The managers wife is a wonderful woman and we always have engaging conversations. She told me during the meal that part of the manor house is haunted by what they believe is the previous owner who was an eccentric lady who became somewhat of a recluse, never leaving her home for the last 30 years of her life and dying there. I was intrigued immediately and asked for a tour of the home. We went up in the part of the house that is said to be occupied by this lady, I didn’t experience anything until I was leaving, as I walked down a long hallway out of the main bedroom I stopped to talk to my friend for a few moments. All the sudden, my left ear pricked up and as I turned back towards the bedroom, I saw a dark shadow move from behind the door jamb by the right wall, to the other side of the door jamb. My friend heard a noise as well as she had looked over at the same time and saw the same thing as I did. It sent a bitter chill down my spine. I couldn’t believe it had just happened like that. I was creeped out to say the least. Sometimes I will have these feelings when I was alone, I’ll sense that something just isn’t right in my location and I’ll quickly say a hail mary or St. Michael the Archangel prayer and the experience will pass as quickly as it began.
I don’t think I am unique in experiencing this. I’m thinking after reading that article, that perhaps other people experience this as well. It’s a type of God-Sense, something that God gives us to protect us from evil. Have you experienced something link this in your life and if so, would you mind sharing it?
It’s been quite a while since I last wrote anything on this blog. I’ve had tons of things I have wanted to say, but not a lot of time to focus on writing. I started lent out on a truly sacrificial note by coming down with the flu on Ash Wednesday and it was hell from that moment on. As best as my memory can serve me, I have never been so sick as I was during this bout with the flu. Outside of a few memorable heart surgeries that were particularly hard to re-cooperate from, this illness knocked me off my feet. I’m on day 13 and am still having a hard time making it to work, although that being said, I missed almost 2 weeks of work. About a week into it, I landed in the ER with what the doctor thought was pneumonia, thankfully I didn’t have that, but the ER doc said I have restrictive airway disease which makes breathing difficult during colds or temperature changes (great). I had to embrace my cross and I offered it up for a special intention. I was just talking with Mom tonight who told me that if we truly understood the value of suffering that we would look forward to as a dear old friend. Well.. I know in my humanity that while my spiritual side may yearn to suffer for efficacious graces.. my human side would not. Alas.. I think that is why I feel stuck in a rut. I don’t know if it’s because I haven’t been well lately, but I feel like there is a great darkness looming over me at the present moment. The darkness is preying on my fears. My fear of being alone for the rest of my life, the fear of not finding what God wants me to do with my life, the fear of losing my job… fears… endless fears. It weighs on me like a great mill stone about my neck.
At the same time that I experience these fears.. I can hear Jesus speaking to me through the scriptures and sometimes the verse Matthew 11:28 “Come to me all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest”. I think of St. John the Beloved who laid his head upon the chest of Christ and I ask God if I can do such a thing to him spiritually. I’ll grab a rosary and say some hail mary’s meditating on our Lord and that seems to bring some comfort. But I can’t shake the feeling that there is something missing from my life.. there is something that I am lacking and I don’t know what it is. And the devil.. that sly fox.. he knows all my fears and he plays me like a well tuned guitar and I play right into his hands every single time. I just don’t know what to do with my life and I don’t know where I am going, which is unsettling. I feel like my life is an empty jar right now… something is missing.
I’ll try to write more … spiritual things soon. =0
8 months ago I had an idea pop into my head. I felt an inspiration to build a Purgatory website. As I thought about it, I began to plan how I’d build it and what it would be like, how it would work, ect. I had to put the site on a side burner while I discerned a vocation with a Diocese. After my discernment period for this particular diocese came to a close (for the time being), I had a renewed interest to build the site. Last weekend I began to visualize the design and the inner workings of the website. Two days ago, I got hit with what felt like ‘Gold Fever’ and I began working madly on the site, spending every waking hour hammering away on it’s creation, like a mad artist flinging bits of paint in every direction attempting to create the image in the minds eye to perfection. Ok. I had to dramatize that a bit! =)
Last evening I found myself working madly into the night and unfortunately I didn’t find myself going to bed on time. As I prepared for bed I said my normal barrage of prayers, novenas, and parts of the rosary. I applied my evening holy water routine which would give a fire station a run for their money. I crawled into bed and went to sleep. I was woken up a short time later with a strange feeling. I can’t explain what it felt like other than to say that I felt completely remorseful for every sin I have ever committed and then that is when it happened, all of the sudden a review of my life happened. I saw myself as a small child and I went through every single sin that I could remember that I had committed. I felt an overwhelming sadness at each time that I had offended God and I wept bitterly. I asked God for forgiveness and I decided right then and there that I was going to have a general confession with a Priest as soon as I could. There are many things that I saw that I haven’t ever confessed; that is terrible to say, but for some reason as a kid or teenager, I either didn’t think it was a sin or I intentionally didn’t confess them. After that sadness passed I went back to sleep. I woke up to hear the grandfather clock in the hall tolling 3am and that’s when an entirely different feeling assaulted me. I quickly said the St. Michael the Archangel prayer, asked my guardian angel to come to my assistance and after that a calming feeling passed over and I dozed back off to sleep.
After dinner last night I told Mom that I realized after taking on a project such as this (purgatory site), that I knew I was going to be getting attacked more spiritually. I’d better put on my armor of God ASAP and prepare myself for battle. One great thing has already come from this, I’m going to set up that appointment with a Priest this week, I’d like to go through this before my birthday next week.. I’m turning the hallowed 33. I can’t believe I’m almost 33, time has truly flown and it seems that life is only going that much faster.
I almost forgot, the purgatory site is still in development, so please do not attempt to submit any (souls) into the site just yet. I have a few bugs that I am working out right now with a developer. I hope to have the site live and working by this weekend and then I will post a live url for it so people can begin to submit their loved ones to be prayed for and they can choose a soul to adopt for a week. Here is the site: http://ift.tt/Vn9tDV
I just received news that the crazies over at Westboro Baptist Church (God Hates Fags) are heading to Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Paxico, KS to protest the funeral of Fr. Walker. Gary Michael Moran is the suspected killer of Fr. Walker who was shot by trying to save the life of his fellow Priest Fr. Terra. Gary Moran was released from Prison in April after serving 8 years of a 10 year sentence for a violent crime similar to the one that ended in Fr. Walkers death. I am asking that you please join me in prayer that enough people will respond to form a human chain of protection around the funeral so Fr. Walker’s family, friends, and fellow Clergy can say their goodbye’s in peace without seeing the WBC yelling and causing a scene at their families burial. Below is an excerpt taken from the WBC website for today’s planned protest:
Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Paxico, KS June 20, 2014 10:15 AM – 11:00 AM
WBC will picket the funeral of Assistant Pastor Kenneth Walker doomed to reside in Hell eternity after a life spent as part of the Catholic Pedophile Machine. From a young age, Walker was indoctrinated into the Priests Rape Boys religion propagated by the Catholics. As an adult, he willingly participated in furthering their satanic goals by joining a seminary and entering the priesthood.
Jeremiah 5:31 The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests bear rule by their means; and my people love to have it so: and what will ye do in the end thereof?
There is no scriptural justification for any of the practices of the catholic “church”. It is full of rank idolatry and superstition.
There is no hope for Catholics:
Galatians 5:19-21 Now the works of the flesh are manifest, which are these; Adultery, fornication, uncleanness, lasciviousness, Idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, variance, emulations, wrath, strife, sedition, heresies, Envying, murders, drunkenness, revelings, and such like: of the which I tell you before, as I have also told you in time past, that they which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God.
May God have mercy on the souls of these people.
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Last Wednesday a young 28 year old Priest in Phoenix Arizona was murdered in his rectory and an older Priest in the same rectory was nearly beat to death. Fr. Kenneth Walker is being remembered as a loving young Priest who shepherded so many people in the short time he was a Priest. It is shocking to hear of the death of a Priest in such a fashion. Even though the media has tried its hardest to destroy the Catholic Church and the Priesthood, the world still holds a Priest in high esteem and we can see through the death of this young Priest, people from all walks of life banding together to pray for justice and healing in the community.
This morning the news circuits around the country have lit up after hearing that Police have arrested a suspect in the murder of Father Walker. The suspect is Gary Michael Moran who was released from Prison in April after serving a 10 year sentence for assault and burglary. Gary Morans DNA was picked up at the scene of the crime and also from the car that the Priest were driving that he stole upon killing Father Walker. What we need to do now is pray for this man. Who knows what state of mind Gary Moran was in when he killed Fr. Walker. Perhaps it was a robbery gone wrong, maybe he was on drugs, he will have to live for the rest of his life knowing that he not only killed a person, he killed a Priest. He needs many prayers. For more on this story, please see below: http://ift.tt/1qkV0EL
Phoenix police confirmed the arrest of a suspect in the murder of Father Kenneth Walker, a Phoenix police spokesman said Monday morning via social media. A Phoenix police spokesman confirmed that investigators arrested a 54-year-old man with a history of aggravated assault and misconduct involving weapons on suspicion of killing the 28-year-old priest found dead in a rectory near downtown Phoenix last week. The spokesman confirmed the arrest of Gary Michael Moran hours before Valley residents honored Walker with a requiem Mass.
Moran was released from prison in April after having served the majority of a 10-year sentence for burglary and aggravated assault, according to court records. Walker was murdered late Wednesday night in the rectory of a Catholic parish west of downtown Phoenix. Phoenix police collected physical evidence from the Catholic church Walker was killed and another critically injured Wednesday night, but investigators spent the weekend developing more information about the crimes. Walker, 28, was shot and killed and Father Joseph Terra, 56, was wounded at a Catholic church Wednesday night near the state Capitol, a Phoenix police spokesman said.
Police were responding to a burglary call shortly after 9 p.m. near 16th Avenue and Monroe Street at the Mater Misericordiae (Mother of Mercy) Mission, said Sgt. Steve Martos, a Phoenix police spokesman. Terra, the pastor, was identified as the priest who survived but remained in stable condition. Police said Terra was “physically harmed” but not stabbed or shot. Terra called 911, police said. A car that police were seeking in connection with the attack was found at 17th Avenue and Taylor Street, about four blocks north of the church, Martos said. The car was unoccupied when it was found.
Walker was an ordained priest in the Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter. He graduated from Our Lady Seat of Wisdom Academy, a Catholic school located in Ontario, Canada, where he studied from 2003 to 2005 before moving to Our Lady of Guadalupe Seminary in Denton, Neb. Walker ordained in 2012 in Nebraska. Terra comes from a family of nine children that grew up in the farming country around Lodi, Calif. Before joining the priesthood, he worked in the honey business, hauling bees, said Father Jose Salgado, a priest who has known Terra for 23 years. Salgado said Terra is built like a boxer and has a tough demeanor. “I wouldn’t want to take him on,” said Salgado, who celebrates the Latin Mass at St. Cecilia Church in Clarkdale.
Terra was instrumental in finding the vacant church building and making it the home of the Mother of Mercy Mission, said John Shannon, who now serves at a parish outside Topeka, Kan. The mission was established by Bishop Thomas Olmsted in 2005 to provide Latin Mass to the faithful in Arizona. The mission previously held services at St. Thomas the Apostle Catholic Church. Its current location, west of downtown Phoenix, was dedicated in December 2010.
There is a precious song that the Mom of this beautiful child wrote and sings for her little baby girl, you can see that here: http://ift.tt/1mSTtPS
June 10, 2014 By Mark Ellis
No one guessed little Giselle had a heart problem until a routine doctor’s check-up at seven months old. But her short, joy-filled life ended with visions of Jesus and heaven, a comfort to those who loved her most.
“I don’t know why Giselle was born this way,” says Tamrah Janulis, Giselle’s mother. “That’s one of the questions I will ask God.”
At seven months, doctors discovered a congenital heart defect known as tetralogy of Fallot, the most common cause of blue baby syndrome. Tamrah and husband Joe were completely surprised when doctors informed them that Giselle lacked a pulmonary valve and arteries.
“I thought there was nothing wrong,” Tamrah recalls. “I wasn’t prepared. I was at the hospital and my world completely stopped. I was in shock, speechless.”
Some medical experts said Giselle — the youngest of four children — could live to be 30, others said she should not be alive at all.
Two months later, doctors performed heart surgery and discovered the connections between Giselle’s heart and lungs looked like “a bowl of spaghetti” or “a bird’s nest,” with small thread-like veins that had sprung up, attempting to compensate for the missing arteries.
After this surgery, experts recommended a variety of additional surgical options, some rare procedures considered risky.
Tamrah and Joe decided against further surgeries, but followed doctors’ prescriptions for a litany of medicines. “I gave her meds every other hour and shots twice a day,” Tamrah says. “I carried her everywhere and never let her out of my sight.”
A bright child, Giselle learned the alphabet at 10-months-old. “Nothing stopped Giselle,” Tamrah says. “She loved going to the zoo. She rode horses with me. She did everything.”
“We’re a very musical family and Giselle was always singing,” she adds.
After her second birthday, she had her first vision of Jesus. It happened in their family room, only a few weeks before her passing.
“Hey Jesus. Hi. Hi Jesus,” she said, to her mom’s surprise.
“What do you see, babe? Tamrah asked.
“Hi Jesus. Hi,” little Giselle continued, her eyes wide with delight.
“Where is He?
“Right there,” she pointed.
Giselle had at least two more visions of Jesus in the weeks before her graduation to heaven. One happened in the car while they were driving and another in a store.
One day in the car, Giselle began to spontaneously sing, “Rejoice! Rejoice! (E)mmanuel…” She had not learned to pronounce ‘E’s’ so it came out as ‘Manuel.’
“How does Giselle know that Christmas song?” sister Jolie Mae wanted to know.
According to Tamrah, Giselle had never heard the hymn before. Also, in the weeks leading to her passing, she would suddenly begin singing “Hallelujah” as she walked around the house.
Cindy Peterson, Giselle’s grandmother, believes the veil between heaven and earth was pulled back slightly, in preparation for her ascent to heaven. “She had a foot on earth and a foot in heaven,” Cindy believes. “She was joining with the worship in heaven.”
A week before her passing, Giselle was lying in bed, not feeling well. As Tamrah studied her daughter’s face, Giselle pointed up at a corner of the ceiling. “Hey horsey. Hi,” she said.
“Where’s the horsey?” mom asked.
“There…” she pointed.
She also pointed to a “kitty cat” but Tamrah is convinced she saw a lion, a glimpse of the wondrous menagerie of creatures inhabiting heaven.
A few days later, Tamrah and husband Joe still didn’t know her passing was imminent. But four days before the time, Giselle’s condition deteriorated.
“She was getting weaker and weaker,” Tamrah says. “Her hands and feet started tingling and the tissue started dying. Her feet, hands and lips were increasingly blue.
Little Giselle left this world March 24th, in her mother’s arms, at home. Joe was embracing both mother and daughter on their king-sized bed.
In the minutes before her home-going, Giselle let out a soft wail. Joe thought she was crying because she was going to miss her family.
“My miracle is that she lived as happy as she did,” Tamrah says. “Every day with her was like a miracle to me.”
“It gives me hope that she saw the Lord and she is in heaven with Him. I know she is up there and she is waiting for me.”