The really sad thing is that not only will the world want to devour us but so will a majority of our Catholic brethren, and because they know us and understand us, they will hurt us the most. They'll be some of our family members, people we love. We can see the groundwork being laid on social medias with the snide remarks I get from lukewarm or worse yet, adversarial Catholics who want to argue about every doctrine, and comment coming from the Vatican unless of course it fits their agenda. They are fueled by their hatred because Catholic authority is inflexible, which of course is correct and just. For church teaching to accommodate the winds of change would make it a fraudulent religion. Most of these young to nearing middle age adults act entitled or at the very least were made to feel special as children and of course, they were special because their parents only had one or two of them to throw all of their resources, financial and emotional into. This is where children learned about compromising and negotiating with authority. Their parents world revolved around the child, but that too was a fallacy because those kids were raised predominately by daycare, television, computers and liberal school systems. Authority figures make them feel uncomfortable and do you know what they will do with regulations or people who make them feel  uncomfortable? They will use legalism as they negotiate and legislate against people who still believe in the Holy Catholic church, out of existence as they had successfully done in 1973.

I woke up early and said to the boy, "Hey, how are you this morning, what cha' doing on the computer?" He said, "I'm busy, I'm learning how to make my own fireworks." 

Naturally, I exploded, because he refused to listen to reason. I'm gonna have to go all commando on the boy and scare him straight by showing him pictures of people who at one time also enjoyed working with explosives at munitions, and firework assembly plants.  It's a true tale of  pyrotechnics gone bad, we call these people with missing limbs Zombies. (Can't the boy just be satisfied with the thrill and excitement of playing catch with lawn darts?)  In the meantime, I'm locating, then hiding the matches

Laughing her way into hell, 

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Yet another way to enter hell that I hadn't considered.

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.

Taken for a ride

Here we see Joe Biden spooning for a vote and possibly nibbling an ear. Although by their facial expressions, it looks as though he may have lost a couple of votes from those two biker boys who flank him. They don't appear enamored enough to spoon with Joe, let alone eat a meal beside him. Fortunately for us, there's nothing fishy with Joe Biden's drink, he always acts that way.... Biden is Gods gift of amusement to the entire free world.

 

 

 

 

William Blatty, author of the 1970's light hearted flick, "The Exorcist," has filed a lawsuit against Georgetown, a Jesuit run university because of their "Persistent scandals to the laity." (Who could we presume will give Mr.Blatty more legal headaches, Satan or the dissenting Jesuits? I predict it will be the Jesuits because Satan can be cast out in Jesus' name.) If the university loses this battle to Mr.Blatty, they will lose the right to call themselves a Catholic institution, no matter though, we're simply playing a game of semantics's, Georgetown has already lost their Catholic identity a while back and apparently when no one was looking. Anybody care for some pea soup?

Source

Last night I had a dream about Lyndon Johnson who was standing like this in a woman's personal space at a dinner party. Apparently this was a technique he used as a form of intimidation though, I never knew this until I googled him. In my dream I wasn't asked to pray for him, but for the woman who's space he was intruding. I saw him laughing just like this while conspiring to sin though indirectly, which made me feel sick, queasy sick.......... So many people to pray for and so little time.

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.

I was in the check out line of my favorite thrift shop watching a little boy as he pestered his mother into buying him a toy chainsaw. He jumped up and down, with excitement, thrilled that his mother said yes to the toy with endless creative possibilities. As he bounced off the floor and register tables waiting for his mother to pay for their things, he said, " When I get home, I'm going to saw Dad, aunt Keisha, uncle Wayne, my sister, and Sparkles. (His sisters pet)

I was worried that he meant it in a Texas chainsaw kind of way until I considered the possibility that maybe I misunderstood and he meant in a magical "David Copperfield" kind of way. Whew!

So many people to pray for and so little time.

Somebody better call ahead and warn Sparkles.

Ana said to me, "A man who works at the bank asked me out on a date today, he wanted to know if I ever dated older men and I said yeah, my last boyfriend was twenty-three , then he said, "Have you ever considered dating anyone older - like say... 46? But I told him no, though I would have considered it if he were the bank owner and not the bank president. (Ana loves to tease me and say things to raise my blood pressure- for fun.)
I said , "Don't make me slap you."

 I wish I could have been there to put grandpa in his place.

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.

So if Christians and non- Christians alike think that the world is going to end, then why is it that  people don't seem to be making any meaningful changes in their lives?

Could it be that the protestant idea of , "God loves me just as I am", is the reason? Or do they reject the notion of God entirely. If many people do think the world is going to end then what do they think will happen to them after that?  Why can't they think this stuff through?

 What happens to a nation of people who've been watching,  listening and worse yet participating in Sodom and for decades now?  Should I  be looking back at Sodom?

*This video is very much like Jennifer Lopez, and  Enrique Iglesias latest music videos but Katie Perry's video is the creepiest music I've ever heard, simply demonic and it has over 52 million views - none of which had  better be from any one of my kids.

Ana saved a young mans life who had a seizure in the pool this week. I'm so proud of her. I would've  ignored the  teen who went completely still. I have the idea that if a kid is being good, quiet,
or better yet -still,  then you don't bother them. Thank God  Ana thought otherwise.

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Ana -1

Ronald Reagan -77
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Good Job Ana!

Two days ago, I said to my blog administrator, "Ya know,....... the stick that you just threw into the fire pit, along with the last one, was poison ivy?" (As he ignored me and projected silent mockery which  could   be recognized with an eye stare / glare and an ever so slight change in his breathing pattern.)

This morning he looks like a one eyed puffer fish  only he lacks the same kind of excitement and amusement of a puffer fish

 and with extensive redness and swelling around his eyes and arms, his general personality has, well frankly - tanked.  I put Ivy itch medicine on his boo-boos and he practically cried in response and as I blew on the stinging patches of magenta skin -which are now spreading quicker than  Muslims in France, it was then that I reminded him of the time - when I was giving birth to one of his little stressors, who can't seem to consume enough food  angels and he said to me, "Awww, come on Belinda, it doesn't hurt that much!"    

 We would have remained childless if he'd a been the one asked to push a watermelon through HIS nose.

Don't feel too sorry for my administrator,  he's a better person than I am and everyone knows it.
I will make him some "Jello" or homemade chocolate pudding today. That will fix everything.

My son told me he's afraid of people with electrical body parts so naturally I started doing the
 "Robot"- though very poorly and as usual he didn't get my joke.

Come to think of it, I'm scared of people with electrical body parts too.

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.

If you run over me in the grocery store parking lot with your Chevy Tahoe hybrid, I believe that negates any sort of  eco-virtue you might have gained.

I hope that when I die, I don't end up in hell with virtuous pagans - which by the way, I richly deserve.

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.

The road to our perdition is paved on the backs of approximately 50 million
 aborted (American) babies who now dwell at the feet of Christ and who
clamor for justice and that justice- I fear will be at our own expense.

We've basically trapped ourselves.

This photo nauseates me. I think it's blasphemous.