I am writing to this email address because it is the only one I have that would get to you in some way. I just read your article about Marianne Williamson and I just had to write to you.
About 20 years ago I was involved in the new Amage. It was a time of my life when I was away from The Church. I had committed mortal sin and knew that I had “failed” The Trinity and His Church. I felt I was not good enough and so I stayed away and searched out other avenues. I found myself in the new age.
I do not want to belabor you with a much longer story than what I am presenting here. I will be succinct and get to the point.
The worst and best thing I ever did was read A Course in Miracles which your article references. Thanks be to God, through His grace, it was the turning point for me away from the new age and back to His Church, the Catholic Church.
I had been reading it for a few weeks and initially found it to be helpful, comforting, inspiring, etc. However, I came to a section, I cannot remember the exact chapter, but its focus was on stating that the cross was a fallacy, an illusion, not real. When I read that, it arrested me. I was seized. I knew that it wasn’t true. If there was one thing I knew, The Cross was real. Jesus and His Cross were real. Despite my own failings and struggling, I was still raising my daughters within the Catholic faith. However, like I stated previously, I was looking for comfort as I thought I could never live up to what The Church taught. The fact of the matter is that at that time I was full of self and sin and so my understanding was incorrect.
When I read this chapter, I knew instantly that the book was evil. In denying The Cross, so also Jesus Christ is denied and I knew at that moment that wasn’t true. Thanks be to God always and forever – at that moment, I brought that evil book outside and threw it in the garbage never to look back. From that moment on, I turned back to The Church, led by Our Lady and another wonderful woman, Mother Angelica whom I hope to meet one day in Heaven. I must admit that I felt pain that I had to let go of it. It had provided me comfort and a constant source of self-validation. Funny thing – I had the truth in front of me: there WAS something wrong with me and not The Church. However, my pride and the evil one stoking me along kept me away from The Truth -that the only one who could save me was Jesus Christ Himself (The One that the new age denies Who wants to save me and wants me in The Church that He founded and wantsnothing but my eternal glory with Him forever, but that meant I had to give up sin and myself for His Love.)
Marianne Williamson’s book, “A Woman’s Worth” is what turned me on to the new age. This book speaks very directly to “women’s woundedness” in a most seductive way. The new age itself is so inviting, uplifting and seducing, but it is full of lies. It is like cotton candy. It looks pretty and tastes sweet as long as I want to put myself, my passions as the center of the universe, the meaning and purpose of life, But we are not called to do that, we are not made to be that way. We are made to serve God and because He loves us , we ardently strive to live a life of charity for we can do nothing without Him. In this is Life and freedom.
The new age is now on the national stage and I want to shout from the rooftops to stay clear away from Miss Williamson and all she represents . She is full of seduction and lies. There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t realize how close to damnation I was by being on that road, that road that feels so good, but is full of lies and illusion.
During that time, I had all kinds of spiritual phenomenon go on and it wasn’t good. I was full of fear at night and was deep in sin. I didn’t know who I was. Thanks be to God through His grace I was saved from that, but the demons are always knocking at the door because once you let that element into your life, it still tries to bring you back into it. I know that God allows this so that I , through His grace, resist this temptation and strengthen my will towards Him. However, there are so many who are being lost, sucked in by the seductive words. I pray for Marianne Williamson and all those who are pushing this utter nonsense that leads people to perdition and for those who, like I was those years ago, are lost in the haze which is all due to sin.
Thank you for your ministry, your website and your faithfulness. Please pray for me and I will pray for you.
Our Lady of Sorrows, pray for us.
Vivo Cristo Rey!
I am very appreciative of the explanation you provided regarding the advertisement for “The Book of Mormon” located on Spirit Daily.
I wanted to share with you that I attended a seminar you conducted at the Fess Parker Doubletree hotel in Santa Barbara, California approx. 8-10 years ago.
It was a fantastic experience to hear you speak and share such informative and important information regarding the spiritual world, and to prepare for future turmoil without being fearful.
If you will allow me, I would very much desire to share with you a fantastic true experience that occurred back in the early days of the Medjugore apparitions.
My best friend’s uncle named Fr. George Kerber (now deceased) was a “Marian priest” for over 30 years, and back in 1983 (I believe) took a pilgrimage of parishioners to visit Medjugore.
In those early days, the apparitions were located in a small room off to the side of the Alter, and could only hold a limited number of people. Fr. Kerber was fortunate enough to be allowed to be in the room with the 6 small children during an actual apparition.
He just knew that this was to be his reward (or a thank you) from the Blessed Mother for the 30 years of service to her son Jesus, and was beyond excited to witness seeing the Blessed Mother with his own eyes.
The apparition began, and Fr. Kerber kept looking up to the corner of the room where the children were focusing. He did not see nor hear anything during the entire apparition, and left the room dejected, angry, and extremely disappointed.
Back in his room, he was reflecting on the event (while alone in his room) and he began to express this anger, by verbally yelling at the Blessed Mother and explaining how easily it would have been to show herself to him since he was literally only a few feet away from her. In essence, he chewed out the Blessed Mother for not honoring his request to see her, and ended his tantrum with the words “thanks for nothing”.
The next morning he was with some of the parishioners (he was still upset) when one of the individuals took a picture of him (with his camera) sitting in a chair. Once he returned to Detroit, he took the roll of film to be developed. As he was reviewing the pictures, he noticed a strange picture that caused him to “lose his breath” as he realized what he was looking at.
The picture shows Fr. Kerber sitting in the chair, but enveloping his entire being, is the image of a beautiful young woman wearing a blue veil on her head, and he is inside of her image. The thought that came to Fr. Kerber is that the Blessed Mother seemed to be saying, “I appreciate everything you have ever done for my son, and here is a thank you and a visual reminder that I am ALWAYS with you”.
Fr. Kerber only shared the picture with his family (my best friend Doug is his nephew) and there are only 4 copies of this picture. Doug gave me one of the copies, as he know of my fascination with Medjugore and my deep love for the Blessed Mother.
I have obtained permission from Doug to share this picture with you now, since Fr. Kerber has passed on to his eternal reward. If you would like me to send you a copy, I will, and if when you journey to Medjugore, if you could show the picture to any of the visionaries, they “might,” remember seeing Fr. Kerber from those early days when the crowds were small and intimate.
In addition, the visionaries might be thrilled to hear the story and confirm (although I believe in my heart it is the Blessed Mother) that the woman in the picture truly is our Blessed Mother.
I thank you again for you taking the time to respond to me, and allowing me to share this wonderful experience with you and Lisa.
Much of what I got was in the 1990s such as in Red Square when 940 of us went to Russia in 1992 in two 747’s and crowned Mary in Red Square. I recall it a rainy day and Dan Lynch had both images of our Lady of Guadalupe and King of all Nations, both large pictures that were open to the elements. Some of our group ended up on the wrong side of Red Square due to our bus letting us off there. We were therefore way at the other end near Lenin’s tomb and many of the others of our large group were as yet not permitted to go through the gate at the opposite end due to the guards, but finally they started crossing Red Square with Dan Lynch and a priest along side leading the way with the large group of our people from many states behind them as well as from several countries.
We were watching from our side as they started to cross and began singing. As I watched them heading toward us I suddenly did not hear them singing but an immense and beautiful singing that was far louder. I started shaking from head to toe, for the voices were not earthly but like thousands of angels.
That was at the beginning of the group crossing Red Square but as they were about half way across and heading toward us, the angelic voices started to fade.
The next strange thing as they headed toward us was my seeing someone else a few feet behind Dan Lynch where the woman with the picture had been, but I no longer was seeing the woman of our group with the picture. I was seeing a short grey haired priest where she had been and he had a very long chain with the container carrying incense. He was all in white to his feet and I recall seeing his foot come forward as he walked. I again began shaking all over as I watched him slowly swing the incense, which almost touched the ground, from side to side, making very long sweeps as he did so. It was absolutely beautiful to watch.
Finally they got to where we were behind the barricade on our side. I snapped a picture since
The short priest would have been just behind Dan Lynch but the negative of him came out very fuzzy only in that area.
As for the two large images that were each carried by two people, no harm came to them while it rained.
When I got on my bus with the others I was so excited to ask if they saw the short priest swinging the incense from side to side and they were baffled. They had not seen it nor had they heard the angels sing.
I know this is lengthy so it may not be something you would care to publish but thought I’d share it with you.
There are other moments such as what I got asked by God regarding President Reagan as he neared death. I would have to go through my diary to find this entry if interested. It was a surprising request.
As for the airplane landing in the Hudson River in 2009, I was woken up to the word “die”. I also vaguely heard the phone ring next to my bed but it was likely a spiritual thing I would get at times.
In any case I felt a great urgency to pray that afternoon in the chapel which I did. I prayed for protection or healing if needed by someone. It was about 3:15 when I finished praying. The plane hit the water at 3:26.
There are other things that have come my way but you may or may not be interested.
Probably there are newer ones over the last few years. If interested at all I can look them up to see what might be of interest. It’s up to you.
Let me know if you are interested. I am not a visionary, just get things now and then.