Showing posts with label I can't go to hell when I die because I have a lot of potential. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I can't go to hell when I die because I have a lot of potential. Show all posts

Monday, March 3, 2014

"Frozen" - The prequel




About ten years ago, I found a note while I was cleaning our daughter Elizabeth's bedroom. She had written down a dozen or so of her lifes goals though I can only remember one of them because I thought it was so unrealistic, dreamy and unattainable. She wrote; #8, I want to work on an academy award winning movie. I thought, geeze she's in for a lifetime of supreme disappointment and I figured that four year degree in painting pretty much sealed the deal as a tenured waitress at Denny's. Anyway, she did it, and we're super proud of her. Sometimes God's will is stunning, yet even so, he didn't make the ride any less difficult or painful for her as he pushed her onward. 

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*The above concept art pictured, was not made by Elizabeth. Our daughter's a lighter , who I like to say, "Makes the Disney magic". She worked on the snow queens ice castle and dealt with refraction issues as she made the ice reflect, sparkle, and shine. 

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 I hope God remembers I have a list as well, it's super short, only one thing listed, also surprising, but no one can find it because it's written on my heart where only God can see it





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, January 7, 2013







I love how this family inconveniences all of the people who surround them. Inconvenience reveals the true nature and character of the people who are being taxed. This is also how a parent acquires patience, which is a learned virtue, and not recessarly an automatic personality trait.

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If your using birth control to simplify your life and expand your resources, your making a terrible mistake, and your decisions will effect the outcome of your eternity. 

Friday, October 5, 2012

To my children,....Embrace the pains of inconvenient people and remember that one day you will be inconvenient too.
 
 

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

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Our daughter Elizabeth, should have her little movie finished by November.



Elizabeth worked on the lighting in this commercial for Disney's new movie, "Wreck it Ralph".   I hope to save enough ( and lose enough) to go to the screening with her in Los Angeles in the fall.

Additionally, Elizabeth lives down the street from Forest Lawn cemetery so I can hardly wait for my annual cemetery tour. I also want to tour the cemetery over at Paramount Studios where when you become undesirable they simply toss you over the back studio wall into cemetery on the other side.

Saturday, May 19, 2012


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.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Rick Santorum had been all over the news discussing his belief not only in Satan but also saying that Satan wants to destroy America. I happen to agree with him but I don't think Satan wants to destroy America alone. Satan would like to destroy everything within his realm, he's not that particular. The first epistle of Peter, Chapter 5, verse 8 tells us to Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walks about, seeking whom he may devour:

...... that means us and without exception. Hurting your feelings or worse, mean nothing to him.

So... as a public service announcement I have posted actual hidden camera footage of Mr.Santorum inadvertently giving Satan a ride to a night club, where the prince of darkness regularly performs. As you can plainly see, Satan can and has transformed himself into a woman oodles of times over the centuries, in particular to celibate monks and priests, fully naked, and screaming up and down the halls of their abbeys while they try to catch some sleep. Can you say opportunistic?


Tuesday, February 21, 2012


In the sweat of your face shall you eat bread, till you return to the ground; for out of it were you taken: for dust you are, and to dust shall you return.
Genesis 3:19

Saturday, January 21, 2012


Obama has taken away some of my religious freedom and caused distress to our Catholic bishops, professional medical personnel and hospitals. These faithful Catholics are not only my brethren in Christ but people who I have great love and affection for. I understand that most people use and enjoy the benefits of birth control and I don't bother you but consider me, the minority who doesn't and if it's okay to coerce and manipulate a minority of people because a majority agrees with Obama consider the implications for other groups of people. I believe birth control to be a sin and though I don't expect anyone else to agree with me, the issue now becomes my religious rights and if today it's okay and even popular to stamp out my rights, tomorrow it may be yours.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Cafeteria Catholics who pick and choose church teaching and scriptures which they find comfortable while dismissing what's unpleasant are missing the things which make us grow in Christ.

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.

Sunday, August 14, 2011


Tears are no sign that a man is in the grace of God, neither must we infer that one who weeps when he speaks of holy and devout things necessarily leads a holy life.

 - St Philip Neri

Friday, July 8, 2011






This is the building where funeral services are held.






Bob Crane was murdered and  his second wife,
Sigrid Valdis is buried beside him.
She was a humanist and note the Darwin fish.
(I prayed extra hard beside her grave.)


I have searched high and low but I can't remember who was buried in the unmarked grave next to Natalie Wood. My activity director took notice that people were buried  rather tightly and positioned  every which way because of the lack of space.








Saturday, June 4, 2011

This cemetery consists of two acres smack dab in the middle of the city of westwood village and is surrounded by towering sky scrappers. It took my activity director two tries on separate days to find the place because of it's odd seclusion.

Eddy Arnold is buried next to his wife Margo and also his friend Eva Gabor. Eddy lived to be 99 years old.



Bride of the monster, Loretta King

Don Knotts






Truman Capote



Heather O' Rourke


 It's believed that Heather haunts stage 19. (I didn't see her but then again, I wasn't looking for her either.) They say she  runs and plays on the cat walks.

Stage 19






Hugh Hefner plans to be buried next to Marilyn Monroe and has purchased the spot on the left. With Hef pushing 86, I'm thinking it could be any day now.  Many women have kissed Marilyn's crypt but I don't understand why people touch  tombstones.  It seems so disrespectful.


Dean Martin
Why would a Catholic choose to be buried in a non -Catholic cemetery?




 Walter Matthau and his wife Carol.

Someones movin' in.