What is it about New Mexico?
It’s been quite a few years since our last retreat there, and since that time was a “word of knowledge” we found to be of special interest, for in it were the words (presumably from the Lord, as far as future events), “New Mexico I have ordained as a beacon of light.”
We have gone through some of this before. New Mexico is rich in Catholic history — second only, as far as establishment, to Florida. It has the oldest still-standing church (in Santa Fe, dedicated to St. Michael, its walls all but tangibly exuding not just history, but spiritual force). It has a staircase said to have been constructed by a “mysterious stranger” identified by some as having been Saint Joseph.
It has the oldest U.S. church dedicated to Guadalupe. And the miracle site of Chimayo. And the miraculous image of Jesus in Taos. The oldest image of Mary in the U.S. is also in this state. (Fashioned in Spain, it was brought to New Mexico in 1625, and certainly has special Grace. Only St. Augustine, Florida, is older, when it comes to a permanent Catholic settlement.)
The list goes on. It also is a place of spiritual warfare. No sense of holiness is culled from the scientific and sterile site at Los Alamos (where the bombs dropped over Hiroshima and Nagasaki were built; a creepy sensation here) and Roswell (where some believe an alien craft once crashed during a lightning storm). The northwestern part of the state was once slashed by Highway 666 (which was the locus of very eerie activity and since has changed its numerals; more on that in an upcoming book, Lying Wonders, Strangest Things).
We may have a special report in the future on a massive Navaho reservation where rangers (the Native American version of state police) have informed us of very strange goings-on.
But let’s focus on the “beacon-of-light” notion: This is a very Catholic state, due in large part to Mexican immigrants and descendants. Its Catholic population, at 34 percent, is about the same as New Jersey and Massachusetts.
Is it a place of refuge?
Some years back, looking to find a spot for spiritual nourishment, in coming times, a prayer group in Missouri led by a mystical priest came up with the words “Angel Fire” — which turns out to be a place in the mountains of this state.
It’s impossible to know what to make of such “words,” but we are intrigued because a few parts of the 1990 prophecy have materialized during the past two decades (the rest needs to be discerned) and because, well, we like mysteries.
Ironically, Angel Fire is in a part of the Rockies called the Sangre de Cristo mountains that stretch down from Colorado and the name means “Blood of Christ” because of how red they get at sunrise (or perhaps sunset). Is it a state where His Blood will be pleaded as an antidote for evil in coming times?