Showing posts with label Christ renews broken lives and hurting people.. Show all posts
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Monday, January 18, 2016



I would really enjoy it if one of the Antique road show appraisers would look into the camera with as much emotion and intensity as a surgeon delivering a dire prognosis and say to us, "This item that you've brought to share with us today is a TOTAL PIECE OF CRAP", and then the price scrawled across the bottom of the screen would say, "Piece of crap; value, non-negligible". "Wasted time; services rendered",
 -$25.00

Wednesday, June 26, 2013



Last night I dreamt about Padre Pio, he told me he was a victim soul for those who commit the sin of sodomy, though it wasn't common knowledge.

I don't know if it's true or not, and he didn't mention how he suffered, but he made it clear that he suffered in silence. 

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I think I've grown rather lax about sodomy. I dearly love gay people and sometimes I forget about the gravity of the sin, you know love the sinner but hate the sin.  Sometimes I forget how offensive this is to God, as I thought about how I normalize, marginalize or often ignore sodomy all together.

Anyway, I thought it interesting, I do imagine there are innumerable pious deeds done for Christ in secret, now that's something I find real and lovely to ponder.


Monday, February 11, 2013

Hell - the dream, or somethings burning,.... I think it's me and that Kosher ham.


   I consistently stood idly beside my friends while they did all sorts of corrupt things, but it was the theft that I witnessed which I was framed for. Illegal contraband was found in my pocket indicting me, but I kept telling the officials who found me guilty that I was a nice person, simply a follower, as I believed I hadn't  done anything wrong. I wondered,  "How can an innocent observer be in so much trouble? And why didn't the authorities listen to me as I pled my case? No one cared  about me or even gave me an opportunity to tell my side of the story. I simply didn't matter. As irony would have it, this time everyone stood idly beside me and watched as I was sentenced, for no one stood up to defend me. It had never occurred to me that this had been the same thing that I had done to others so many times before.

   ... And then I began to descend into the darkness. Everywhere I looked I saw hate, not that I couldn't feel it, because I could, but I could also see it.  I along with many others were drifting like clouds above a crowd of thousands in the dim light, or rather a dim darkness. We had begun the process of introduction while a group of demons conducted business below,   they completely ignored us. As I, along with many others, flowed above them, I saw the demons sitting in a circular meeting of sorts.They were seated in a full organized  pattern , but they were in chaos, an emotional, spiritual, and intellectual chaos, though physically still. I got the idea that they were meeting  about how to collect more souls, and who should do what, to accomplish their goals.  These were the higher up demons, the supposed ones with victories and honor. They were the ones who had won the best souls, the souls who  had used their lives to do the most damage to others and or who were instrumental in achieving their demonic outcome..

I passed though this cavernous room to find a smaller more intimate room that was square shaped, it had a bike chain of sorts running along the ceiling in a circle formation on a track, but there was no floor only a rocky cold darkness below, at a depth I could not calculate. I was told that a floor wasn't necessary, for I wouldn't be standing. The demons sneered while they rough handled me, they felt, "Put out" because they had to deal with me,  I felt the absence of love, joy, and kindness... only pure hatred was left for me. They acted as though their work was necessary, even important, I wondered who could think this kind of work is important? They wanted me to know that my sins were offensive, "Hypocrites", I thought, and then they said that I was going to have to pay for my sins now and forever. They indicated that the induction period was over, and that it was time to begin.
(Warning -graphic)
    One of the demons grabbed me by the waist and the other by the back of my neck and shoulder, another came from the darkness with a board and yet another came towards me with a drill. They told me not to move as they physically restrained me. One of them placed the board  flat upon the top of my head and demanded a screw from one of the other demons. My head exploded in noise and pain as I felt my head being screwed to the plank. My head rattled against the board until it was pulled tight, "This will keep you in your place they sneered". This was done so that  I wouldn't be a bother to them, but to keep me from spinning or looking around on the suspended board, and from seeing the terror that would come my way,  the demons got another board and held it to the right side of my face and again ordered me not to move as they took a very long screw this time and began to screw the board into my right temple to render my right eye blind.  It was then that I fully understood the scripture, "There will be wailing and gnashing of teeth", as I heard it first hand and even from my own soul.  Then the demons picked me up and fastened the boards  to the chain which was on a pulley that rotated  around the ceiling of the room in a neverending circle. I was unable to move my head and as I screamed, one of them said to me, we will leave you with perfect hearing so that you will hear us as we approach you from beneath, so that your fear, and terror will be intensified. We will come from the cold darkness below your room and you will know that we are coming for you. I knew what they were talking about because I had seen all of these things which they had described during my introduction period.

    As my body began to travel along the chain,  one of the demons said in a haughty formal fashion, "Let us begin", "We're going to start with gluttony, your first sin, you will see here that you were at a birthday party, and though you were very young, your were at the age of full consent. You knew you were sinning but you did it anyway, so now we have this birthday cake for you, lot's of cake in fact", and they forced me to gorge on this cake which I no longer felt a lust or desire for, only repulsion, feeling physically sick and full of shame. I was astounded that my mind actually recalled that event, and in detail and though I don't know the exact date it must have been around 1967 and either in the spring or fall because the other girls were wearing pretty sweaters and dresses. I remember playing party games, but all I kept thinking about was that cake.                    

   My body traveled along the track only to find myself at the beginning where we had started, as the demons said, okay now we're going to do it again,  then again, and again, for all of eternity and we will do this for every single sin you've ever committed. This was the only time they appeared as though they had some satisfaction in their torment, as it had all been some sort of mundane drudgery before that.

      With my one good eye I noticed that there were other people chained along the ceiling and that I hadn't been alone, though I didn't notice them before, I heard their screams as they too were being tortured in rotation. Just then I saw that there were adjacent rooms with glass windows so that we could observe the torment of others. I noticed that everyone's torment was different, creative torture if you will, and adjusted just for you, for your sins, because it was you, after all, who chose to participate in them. Through this very wide window, I saw about 15 Hasidic Jewish men, with long curls along their temples and  heads and their bodies covered in religious dress for they had once taken great pride in their appearances and their social status in their communities. They had felt haughty and superior to other people in life and even though their outside appearance looked as though they glorified God with their lives, they were only imposters on the inside, for God found them truly repulsive, like wolves in sheep's clothing. As I watched them, I could see that they were seated at a  long wooden table in front of a window and each man was forced to gorge on a pig, for they had been hypocrites and not  kept their personal covenants with God  in life and he had been displeased with them. They had lived for themselves alone. The pride they once felt had turned to shame, and embarrassment for this was why they were forced to be visible to all. I continued screaming  but I couldn't tell if it was my scream or the scream of another as the sound of our souls blended together into one scream. I begged for my mother, my husband , or for anyone who would listen. I raised my hands to God begging for his mercy only to understand that I
was wasting my strength for he would not, or could not hear me in hell.

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I'm not saying this is what hell is really like, in fact, I'm confident it's more unpleasant than what I have written down. I believe that this dream was told to me in such a way so that my small brain could comprehend it and yet not be mentally crushed by it.
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Christ is the only antidote for our poisonous sins. Go to confession and fall in love with Christ while you still have time and become the person who God created you to be.

*I blog my dreams only with permission from my priest, and I summit to the full authority of the Catholic church,.. the bride and heart of Christ himself..      I'm a nobody, go and follow Christ.







Monday, July 23, 2012


 “I tremble to think that I have to give an account of my tongue. There is life, but there is also death in the tongue. Sometimes we kill with the tongue: we commit real murders. And we are still to regard that as a small thing? I truly do not understand such consciences. I have known a person who, when she learned from someone that a certain thing was being said about her, fell seriously ill. She lost a good deal of blood and shed many tears, and the outcome was very sad. It was not the sword that did all this, but the tongue. O my silent Jesus, have mercy on us!”
- Sister Faustina

Sunday, February 26, 2012


My son, the boy genius, walks into the house crying uncontrollably and Grace asked him, "What's wrong, what happened?" He said, "I,.......I.... (sniff,sniff) don't... wanna... talk about it!" She continued pressing him, "Why are you crying?..." He said, "I was running outside and.........and I....I.....stepped on a raaaaake." Then Grace started laughing uncontrollably and the boy replied, "Shuuuut uuuup." (Sniff, sniff) ..... my..... face huuurts."

Friday, February 24, 2012

Last Weekend I snuggled with our boy who had a fever for three days. I was sorry he was sick but I enjoyed spending time with him while not having to chase after him or clean up  one of his numerous homemade invention messes but Now I'm sick and the antibiotics aren't working. I've decided to have a pity party -for myself and I've invited a bunch of legionnaires because I heard they're a lot of fun. (They're Catholic too!) Sadly, the cootie I've got is either Legionnaires disease, Lyme disease or the flu but if it's the flu it's couldn't possibly be the regular flu because my teeth hurt and so do the hairs on my head and legs. (I can't even hold a razor or my favorite sparkly red nail polish wand. )

........Just a sec, I have to rest for a minute....

I look like crap, my hair is matted like my cats rear and I sound like Darth Vader when I breath or speak. I'm a real vision with the doubled up breath right strips over my nose. My skin coloring looks like Edward from those vampire movies.   My house looks like the remains of some sort of KU frat party and I'm pretty sure, I heard my children talking about a coupe. If God is trying to kill me, I wish he would do it faster.

Okay, thanks for listening,..... party amongst yourselves... Perhaps the Legionnaires can form a soul train dance line, that always cheers me up. Well,..... not this time... White people need to stick with what they do best, river dancing and marching.

Sunday, February 19, 2012


On an attack on "intellectual liberals","If a child refuses to accept its father or mother, that child is not a liberal, that child is a brat. And how much more important is God to us than a parent to a child?"
Cardinal Arinze

Saturday, November 5, 2011


“I the LORD search the heart
and examine the mind,
to reward each person according to their conduct,
according to what their deeds deserve.”
Jeremiah 17:10
 -When our Lord gazes upon your heart it's his own reflection he should see.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

I don't know what Satan looks like to other people but when I've see him he looks like a regular person except that there's always something about him that isn't quite  right. His eyes and hair look a little bit like Neil Diamond but I'm pretty sure that Mr.Diamond isn't the devil - though I am speculating. The times when I've seen the devil I've had a feeling of dread followed by high anxiety and unlike Neil, most often he appears disheveled in one way or another as I once saw him mocking a  woman by pretending to be pregnant and Holy with  strange messed up hair and with a wicked look on his face. Eh, that's probably his standard look though. The the hate which came from him was palpable and terrifying. It was something I couldn't understand because after all what did I ever do to deserve such hate? I just can't comprehend it.
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Late last night I dreamt that Satan threw a Hostess chocolate zinger cake on the ground in front of me and said in a monotone voice, as if he were commanding a dog, "Go get it."  And as I stood there and stared at him,  I understood that he was making fun of me. He was saying that it takes so very little to distract me from Christ. This act made me feel weak and stupid. He was telling me with out saying anything else that whenever he feels as though I'm bothering him or when I'm some sort of  minor threat, there's never really a battle between us, he simply gets me to stop annoying him by  throwing food my way and because I feel  that processed chocolate zingers are at the very bottom of the food chain, he was insinuating that it doesn't take much to distract me, or lure me away from Christ. So this little visit was a triple insult. Naturally he hurt my feelings but of course that WAS the point.

I suppose it only hurt my feelings because it's true. I AM weak, small and not so bright but the thought of my behavior causing Christ to be disappointed in me brings me to tears.  When I remember my weaknesses I also remember that it's Christ who strengthens me and in my humility and smallness Christ fills me with himself. Being stupid is only temporary and I'm okay with that but I can't live with the thought of Christ being saddened or disappointed in me.

I will continue to offer myself and my work to Christ as a living sacrifice and even if my work and I are completely worthless. I'm going to try to not dwell on these things and even though they make me sad, I get how this stuff works.

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What does Satan send into your life to detain, distract, or delay you from either Christ or from the work which Christ has given to you?  I pray, you are all better Christians than I am, my dear blogger buddies.

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My penance after confession was to contemplate how much Christ loves me for five minutes. This was the most difficult penance I think I've ever done and poorly at that.

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Lastly, I'm so very sorry for not blogging more but I'm our Catholic schools PTO president and I'm practically living at school now. I sincerely miss all of you.

Sunday, September 11, 2011


I cannot love a soul which is stained with sin; but when it repents, there is no limit to My generosity toward it.  My mercy embraces and justifies it.  With My Mercy, I pursue sinners along all their paths, and My Heart rejoices when they return to Me.  I forget the bitterness with which they fed My Heart and rejoice at their return…”

Jesus to Sr.Faustina

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Thursday, July 21, 2011


- To my daughter, whom I'm frustrated with.

How can we become saints if we refuse to forgive even the smallest infractions against us? Clinging to our pain while saying, "It's not fair," does not justify our refusal to forgive, because with forgiveness we have no "rights".

  Christ commands us to forgive and without being asked to forgive first and without a conditional apology or a sign of remorse from our offenders. Don't even waste the priests time in the confessional by expecting forgiveness for yourself, when you refuse to extend it to others.

When we forgive, we let things go and try to forget about the past sins against us and we don't rehash hurtful scenarios in our mind, in essence- picking at our emotional scabs. When we forgive and forget, we allow Christ to step in to heal our wounds.

When you forgive someone, it doesn't negate any sort of justice from God. Our  God of the ten commandments will still demand justice and an accounting from each and every one of us but for now, while we are living, we step back and let God have our hurt and anger and we  do the things which we've been called to do. In other words, you go to confession and work on making yourself a better person and let God work on your offenders.

The business of forgiveness is a serious matter, it's one of the things your eternal life will be judged upon.


Ephesians 4:32
 And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, just as God in Christ forgave you.


Matthew 6:14-15
 "For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. {15} "But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

"I love you more than I loved myself " -  Jesus


Wednesday, May 25, 2011



My front yard.




Directly overhead.


Here comes the bad weather and for the third day in a row.
We normally don't have to seek shelter so early in the day because tornadoes around here generally happen in the afternoon or evening.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Today is national "Jump over things day" and  I'm assuming that since your sitting at your computer reading this,  that you haven't actually jumped  over anything  today so I posted  Super Dave Osbourne  jumping  over something in your place.     :)

Tuesday, March 15, 2011



Let's say, I  wanna make a disaster movie and I begin my story with a huge earth quake, then I add a tsunami, where I make cars swirl around like toddler toys in the bottom of a bathtub drain.  I would create a nuke explosion , and then another , and yet another followed by some nuke snow but not before a volcano eruption - for good measure and all the while I would have throngs of  helpless people waiting for aid and news of missing loved ones.  In this horror movie I would watch and wait for the food and water to deplete while disease loomed large as people came to terms with being blown back to the stone age - without electricity or housing and with a chill in the air.  I would tank the NIKKEI and make Japanese goods undesirable because of possible radioactive contamination and so would go their economy. What a movie that would make but then who would believe it?
I wouldn't -  not in a million years.


  Lord, how much worse will  the real Armageddon be?
I'm praying hard  and like I mean it. Please God, make this nightmare stop and heal the people of Japan.


*These photos are old stereo cards of Japan, which I do not own.

Monday, March 14, 2011


Remember, O most loving Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help, or sought your intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, we turn to you, O Virgins of virgins, our Mother. To you we come, before you we stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, do not despise our petitions, but in your mercy hear us and answer us.
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Please dear God,  heal and comfort Japan, in Jesus name. Amen.


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Mr.Voris's video for  today is his most wonderful contribution yet as he causes us to contemplate the most sacred of all hearts.

Who can grasp all of what Christ has done for us?

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
 but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.

- Isaiah 40:28-31