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I sit to write and publish today when our headlines are screaming of chaos – most recently in Egypt.   I believe it is only a matter of time before this chaos starts to spread West…However, since I never watch the news, never read the paper and barely catch the headlines at the grocery store and am the farthest thing from a political commentator you’ll see, I will stick to preaching the things that God has sent my way:  Warnings.  Warnings from our Father who loves us but sees us making terrible choices and going down very wrong roads.  Our times and our hearts must change. 

I have heard lately from the latest message from Medjugorge, reputedly from Mary, that the spirit of God is changing the hearts of many receptive souls.  I was overjoyed to read this.  Things can be changed.  It starts with you!  If each of us decided to try to be good and live by God’s law of love, we would be well on the road to having the peace and security we crave…It must start with each of us!  Until it does I continue to sound the alarms I have been given…

Sunday, February 27, 2005

 I dreamt I was in an apartment in a tall apartment building.  I walked toward the television set and something highly unusual started happening to me.

An entity entered me after I had walked to this spot.  As it did, blood started dripping from my eyes like blood tears.  People began to notice this and as they did I walked around the room and started heading to the doorway, strongly reciting the Hail Mary and blessing myself.  The force that entered me was so powerful I was at first shaken and not sure what was happening – I continued to bless myself and recite because I was concerned that I was being entered into by an evil force, not a good one.  This force was MOST POWERFUL and then it levitated me in the room in front of several people.  I knew then at this point that it was not Satan entering me, but God.  What a powerful force!  But this time an angry, stern reprimand and warning message was delivered.  I started to tremble even as I recorded this dream because of destruction all over the world that was a later part of this dream…This was no gentle force of God that entered me this time, of the gentle Father speaking to His beloved children.  This time was scary because of the power, force and anger.

The people in the room called to others in the building to come and witness what was going on with me.  I was brought to the doorway and saw a rough, biker type there, listening to my message.  The man was so rattled at the message God delivered to him through me he changed and became clean – clean-shaven in clean clothes and very contrite.  The man wanted to know how to change the message I was delivering for him and God’s answer was:

REPENT!!!

Then the dream changed and I was in this huge penthouse apartment on the top floor.  It was full of people and many rooms with a wild party going on everywhere with every decadent behaviour possible – drugs, rampant alcohol abuse, orgies – everywhere completely decadently out of control.  I walked around as an observer, not a participant.  I couldn’t believe how terribly everyone was behaving.  It was after this wild night of partying coming up to morning.  I was sitting on the top floor with some people, talking, and all of a sudden we could see water rise up and over the penthouse windows.  A cry of alarm went out.  The water rose over the top of the skyscraper.   The building shook and trembled but held.  I looked out the window and saw other skyscrapers had stayed standing as well.  Then, though, I saw to my left side – as if in the air – an Asian looking reporter.  She was delivering a news message and reporting that other parts of the world had been destroyed by this cataclysm of major proportions.  She rhymed off countries of most severe devastation as I listened:  Iran, Turkey, Greece…I don’t remember the others, but it was elsewhere as well.  This was a huge, global news event.

I then came to the ground level and went out to survey the damage of the city I was in.  Skyscrapers had stood but there was still extensive damage.  There were immense road upheavals and ruptures – as if an earthquake had struck.  There were small fires and wires and twisted, buckled roadways from underground upheaval.  I saw the subway had been really damaged – underground destruction.  Roads were completely impassible.  I surveyed this damage with shock, disbelief and dismay and then I realized I must write this in my dream book immediately (while still in the dream)…

This was a most upsetting dream experience, as you can imagine.  For some people in the world this dream experience has been a horrifying reality.  We cannot afford to sit in complacency.  Seize the moment and the warning – one of many I have sounded and will continue to sound.  God is not happy with our bad behaviour!  Sigh.  If I could but give you a picture of the beauty of heaven, you would gladly turn…The things of the world will never fill your aching empty hole.  Dare for a moment to believe that I know what I am talking about and trust me.  Turn to God with even the feeblest of efforts and you won’t be sorry.  I promise.  I assure you.  I care.  I know what I am talking about.  You can count on me – even if you have no one else…Don’t wait, as these words from God himself urge:

 Tell souls to have recourse to My mercy while there is still time for mercy.  I love you and you are mine.” Sunday, March 6, 2005

 

Karen 

 

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Today, on the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, I wish to only share with you one very recent, beautiful dream experience of our spiritual mother, Mary… 

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 2010 – APPROX 5:30 a.m. (Feast of Christ the King)

I dreamt that I came out into the street and others started coming out of their homes silently to come into the street also because they sensed something/someone coming.

It was nighttime.  Dark.  The street was empty when I first went into it from my home and I walked eagerly to meet the one/ones I knew were coming.  Then I saw her first.

It was my mother, Mary – most holy.  She was dressed thus:  She wore a plain robe which was not the focus point – I believe it was blue – but not flowing – a travelling robe – floor length.  The focus was her cloak and hair – the cloak was red and her hair was tied up in a chignon type bun and she bore nothing else on her head.

She walked silently and swiftly – coming from the opposite direction of her children.  She was gathering up her children to take them away with her- as we all assembled and started to come into the streets to meet her.  I realized we were all spirit – no longer in the body – OH, the freedom and lightness of no longer being bound by the body!  I was so very joyful!  I walked eagerly to meet her, my mother.

We were all in spirit – gathering – her gathering us together and walking with us to take us away – out of the city – quietly, silently – surreptitiously under the dark cloak of night.  I knew Jesus came with/was with her as this gathering was being done – there in the street and that He walked with her, but I could not see Him.  I KNEW he was there though – hard to explain.  Then I eagerly went up to her and started asking her about people/family I wanted to come with me – I asked earnestly as I walked about my children – wanting them to come too.  She replied that yes they’d come, but that they hadn’t gotten to the daycare yet – the building that housed the younger ones – they would stop there next to gather them out and we did and I saw my younger children at least in front of me there in the gathering she was assembling.  I then asked about my parents and she said yes – they’d come too, but not now and she gave a little sigh of gentle resignation – they would not be ready to go with God as we did – they’d have to spend time in purgatory first to be cleansed and I understood, but was assured they’d eventually be there with us too.

We neared the edge of the street/city just after we gathered the children/little ones and I saw a large tall elaborate gate and wrought iron rail/wall that was around all – city/world – hard to explain.  It was around the city in the dream, but beyond it was another place – freedom – hard to explain.  The gate was locked but she had angels with keys.

Just before this I turned to my left and saw what she had known and saw coming!:  I saw evil men with bandanas and machine guns – they were few in number but were just about set to put their evil plan into action.  They were poised and gesturing to each other to start the covert attack – at night – under cover of dark – silently coming when everyone was asleep and would not be prepared.

They could not see us at all though, even though we were a fairly large gathering right in front of them – they were set to attack the apartment building/dormitory we had just gathered the children out of – but they could not see us AT ALL, as we were spirit/invisible to them!

I watched with sadness though the evil that was coming and the souls who’d have to endure it and we would all be gone.

I then turned back to my right – eagerly as I was overjoyed at being with my mother and Jesus and my children and to be going where she was taking us.

I surveyed the gate and fence.  It was high and locked and it was to keep people locked in the city as prisoners.

I with joy said I could eagerly jump and somersault over it and did so easily as if I was a child on a trampoline – vaulting into the air up and over to the other side.  Others started to do the same.  There was such ease of mobility in the spirit!

After I landed on the other side I was suddenly in someone’s home – the place Mary had gathered us to and she wanted to show me something.  She started to speak about a mother’s love – such a love! – and she showed me a stairway to the right – all the way up the stairs – as far as I could see – were all the gifts I had given her as my mother over the years.  Every single one I’d ever given her was there and the stairs were completely full with them from one side to the other and up as high as I could see to the next level almost – and then she sat in the stairs amongst them as she pointed them all out to me and how she’d kept and treasured every single last one!  Not one had she thrown or given away.

They were gifts even I had given her from my childhood and I saw oddly that they were all a beautiful colour of purple – ALL the gifts were purple and for some reason many were rolled up plush bath towels – purple – piled neatly.  She showed the ones about half way up the stairs that were a large, plush, soft, cozy bath towel size – rolled and neatly kept.  Then she spoke about the gifts, saying that a mother treasures and keeps all the gifts her child gives her – no matter what it is – because it came from the child, but she then shared with me a secret.  She sat and pulled from somewhere amongst them – higher up on the stairs – more near the top – one delicate, thinner and much smaller hand towel.  It was also purple – but much more delicate, refined and fancy if you will.  She smiled at me as she said this secret to me:

  I treasure all these gifts, but this is what I really like!

I surveyed the hand towel she held.  The end had a maybe 4” wide overlay on the cloth of delicate lace – iridescent purple with the prettiest and most beautiful delicate embroidered pattern on it – a nature embroidery pattern – birds, butterflies, flowers, but of the most exquisite of iridescent, sparkling colours – the most refined I’ve ever seen – but such a small, delicate, single hand towel – neatly folded in half to show its beautiful, embroidered, overlaid end.  I wondered as she shared this secret with me why so many of the gifts I had given her were towels…

This stairwell was just in the lobby of the home she’d brought us into and it went directly up to the right, but this was just the entranceway – the preamble that she wanted to show me before we really entered the home…The doors were just inside – closed in front of me/us (those she had gathered), but she was about to open them to bring us all in.

I awoke in joy, but wanting only from this time forward to give her the gifts that she secretly showed me she treasured most in her heart – those beautiful, delicate, simple, small ones.

A part of me weeps as I finish recording this as she is such a beautiful, gentle, holy, tender, loving mother that I WISHED I could go back over my life and only give her the gifts she treasures most.

If you saw just how beautiful, tender and gentle and most deserving, yet most humble this your tender mother was your heart would break and you would wish and strive to give her nothing but the most beautiful gifts!

How very young I feel as her daughter – and how I wish to give her nothing but the most beautiful of gifts.

I feel such sadness and shame at the paltry gifts I feel I’ve been able to give her over the years and wish I could say the entire set of stairs was filled with this one gift she showed me she treasures most, but I cannot.  I saw there was still room on the uppermost stairs to give her only those kinds…

 As a new Catholic who almost feels like she’s flying by the seat of her pants in this wonderful faith, I know little about the theology of my faith in a textbook way.  However, this journey I have been sharing with you, deigned by God, has been a living of my faith in the most deep, interior, intuitive way.  I have been so very blessed to live with tastes and visions of the truths of our faith…

I have heard from those more knowledgeable than I that Mary is referred to as the new Ark of the Covenant, and that she is gathering us spiritually into that ark to save us, at least spiritually, from the evil in the world and evils to come – gathering us into that ark to lead us to the safety of her son, Jesus.

I have also heard that Mary has not been given the due honour she deserves as Mother of Jesus and Mother in the Catholic Church.  What a shame!  If you had but an inkling of the beauty of the Virgin Mary as I have experienced it, you would sit in shame for passing her by in your faith life.  I but stand as witness that you all must reawaken your devotion to your most beautiful, holy mother.  In a time when we all are clamoring for a little peace, security, love and hope, we should all be reaching with arms straight up begging for her help and grace.  She stands waiting for ALL.  You will not be disappointed my friend.  I reached up when I knew I was being called to consecrate myself to her Immaculate Heart and to devotion of the rosary, before I even became Catholic.  If you look at the pages of this website, you will see what she has done for me…

Turn, now!  Before it is too late…

Karen

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As I look out my window today while I sit to commence this writing, I see a snow covered blanket across my lawn where leaves should be.  I cannot remember a time when we went Trick or Treating in the snow…It seems that even nature is in a state of confusion.

It brought to mind words I read just yesterday from a purported visionary, known only as Jennifer:

9/16/10
7:25 PM

My child, I say to My children do you not hear the voice of your Shepherd? Do you not witness the call for My people from your King that it is time to repent? Take heed and see the cries of nature. The birds are crying out, the seas rage with great justice, that are only being held back by the hand of mercy. The earth is crying out, the wounds of your King are bleeding and the morals of My children have been diminished.

I have called My faithful to this time of adoration so that I may prepare your hearts in a greater way. So that you can remove yourself for one hour from the outside world and bring your soul into a time of peace. OH! if only the world would come before their King as you do My faithful ones.

It is through the Eucharist that humanity can begin to heal. Come My children not just for five days rather come before Me as often as you can for you only gain greater merit. You unite yourself to My agony in the garden. You console Me and My wounds begin to heal.

Pray today for the world that is soon to be shaken. Pray for those who fail to recognize My true presence in the tabernacle. Pray for hearts to be softened, souls to awaken to the truth and for My light to shine forth from you in a greater way. Allow Me to be a presence in your home, and in turn you will come to the home that I have prepared for you in heaven. Now go forth for I am Jesus and be at peace for My mercy and justice will prevail. Jesus to visionary Jennifer

It was a month before I read these words that I dreamt the following:

First Friday, October 1, 2010

I dreamt that ‘the mark of Christ is going to be placed over all doors of those who are God’s – serving God, and then just the simple word:  “Deuteronomy”.

When I look at these two things side by side, one line of the message through Jennifer stands out most starkly:

Pray today for the world that is soon to be shaken.

  My previous writing shares the pre-warning dreams I had regarding the Indian Ocean Tsunami.  And now we are hearing about another in Indonesia.  My heart has been in rigorous training and preparation for the past ten years by our Beloved Lord and my Holy Father and His spirit.  For ten years now I have been ‘seeing’ certain things ahead of time and laying in wait and preparedness for more yet to come – and yet I know not fully ‘what’.  But Oh, how grateful I am that I have heeded and have been prepared…not just for myself and my family, but for the many I wish to aid through my prayers, witness and this website.  It is no accident that this latest writing series is labelled ‘The State of Chaos‘.  Already many areas of the world are in this state and if many of the things I have experienced in the dream state come to pass, this state will encompass the world.

I call out again the sound of warning:  God is not happy with our sin!  It is as plain and as simple as that.  YOU have the power to change this.  You have the power to change your life.  You have the power to help others change theirs!  What are you waiting for?  I tell you, there is not much time left to prepare.  Heed my witness while there is still time.  The hand of mercy is indeed delaying many chastisements that we deserve for the unloving acts we have committed over the years.  I think, however, that this time is about to end.  In that vein, I share again with you the following, with the end part of the dream included:

FRIDAY, MAY 14, 2010 approx 4:30 a.m.

I dreamt I was in my parent’s ensuite bathroom in my childhood home of Heart’s Desire.  I was standing in it with a character named Tammy (which means ‘perfection’).  This character wanted to show me a particular new moon that was going to shine bright in the sky at this time.  She said it was going to be able to be seen with the naked eye.  She handed me a round magnifying glass to look through the bathroom window.  She said to follow a pattern of stars to find it in the sky, which was full of dark, billowing clouds.

I took the magnifying glass and looked carefully through the window.  It was a little harder than looking through a regular window as it was one of those clouded or mottled bathroom windows – you know how they are manufactured that way for privacy.  Anyway, as I looked, I saw a light shine in the sky that I thought was the moon that she spoke of, but my attention was then drawn immediately and powerfully to the billowing dark clouds.

I could see they were taking on a form or shape.  I could see one hand form – the right one first – and then the second – the left.  They were God’s hands.  I recognized them immediately with great joy.  They faced me and the earth and they were extended together toward the earth.  I could only see the hands and a little of each forearm.  They were formed out of dark cloud and they all of a sudden opened and closed in a beckoning, come forth (come here or come) motion.

As soon as they did this the vision changed and God’s hands disappeared and the still dark clouds parted.  As this happened Jesus leapt forth from their midst – very eagerly – coming (almost running!) on/in the clouds – as if He was made of or part of the clouds.  He was so eager!  So swift!  He leapt forth with great speed and eagerness as if He had been being held back, but no more.  He was dressed in a long robe and His long, flowing, straight hair swung free.

This part of the dream was so vivid I have to say it appeared as if He almost ran out of the clouds toward the earth as if He had been being held back by some force and now that God’s hands had done what they did it was His moment to spring free/forth to the earth.  He had, by the way He appeared, been most eagerly poised and ready for this moment, and now that it had come, He sprang forth with such pent-up energy and swiftness it was almost like a spring shot that He darted forth toward the earth!

Then after He leapt from the clouds toward the earth, He was immediately followed by a succession of the original Apostles.  I do not know in which order they leapt forth as I saw them following Jesus, but I KNEW it was the first Apostles of Jesus.  I only knew the last one as he leapt out of the clouds also (they also all seemed formed of these dark clouds).  The last one to leap forth was Peter.  As soon as he leapt forth from the clouds toward the earth and was in our sky he/his face turned to stone/rock for some reason.

I turned back excitedly to Tammy and told her that I had seen much more than the new brightly shining moon:

I saw God’s hands!!!

 I was so overjoyed!!!  My heart leapt as well at the vision I had seen.

I then turned to the bedroom/house.  I saw in dismay (and it became a different house but I know not whose) that a Yorkshire dog had been ill and vomited all over.  I was going to help clean the mess, but I knew it was more important to go record my vision first, so I grabbed whatever was handy first to write on (while in the dream) so that I could record the vision.  I recorded it on cards with small ivory shaped porcelain symbols like angels wings.  I arranged the symbols on the cards that recorded the vision so that I could remember it and re-tell it accurately.  I had to be very careful to keep the symbols in their proper place on the paper so that the message would be accurate and I did so.

Then at least one man came in the room who was like a rock star.  I believe other men were with him.  He had come into the bedroom looking for food and I saw him put his plate on the dresser near my vision message.  I wondered why on earth he was looking for food in the bedroom when he should have been looking for it in the proper place – the kitchen.  The other men with him were making the same error.  He was in danger of knocking my message by knocking the dresser it sat on as he went about his actions in the bedroom.  I had to exhort him not to damage the vision message as I had recorded it on those papers with the symbols, because if he did the message would not be accurate as it had been relayed to me.

He was ill, this rock star, and then dropped something on the floor.  I insisted he get himself into the bathroom.  I said ‘if you’re ill and sick you need to be in the proper place – the bathroom!’  I managed to ge the man away from the dresser and his search for food in the wrong place of the bedroom (and my message and the possibility of damaging it) and into the ensuite bathroom because he was ill and that was where he truly needed to be.

Then I turned to go clean the mess, but I saw it had been cleaned already.  I asked Tammy (which means perfection) and she had done it.  I was very grateful.  I took a vacuum and tried to clean up the rest of the debris, but was unable.  Someone told me that the vacuum was too chock full of garbage and filth and now had to be emptied out and the filter cleaned.  I removed it and brought it into the ensuite bathroom to clean it (where the rock star man still sat).  I began to empty the vacuum filter into a garbage bag, but to my surprise a whole horde of Christmas tree needles fell out first – many of them falling in a messy heap on the bathroom floor.  I cleaned them up and put them in the toilet.  The rock star man just looked at me as he sat back – a little stupefied.

I then saw next to the toilet a small white garbage can.  It was empty, but beside it was a small to moderate size pile of used condoms (of all things!).  They were of varying sizes.  I was shocked (as you can imagine) and wondered why they were there and whose they were.  A woman named Laurel (Laurel was an ancient emblem of victory) said they belonged to a certain group of people (I do not remember what group but she was a nurse and they had been ill).  It was their pile of used condoms.  As I looked, though, it appeared they had been washed completely and fully clean, but I know they were used. 

The rock star man just sat in this bathroom and watched me as this all unfolded before him, sitting back on the bathroom floor in mild shock, docility and somehow in a posture and attitude of submission and humility, but where he needed to be.  Then the dream ended.

I am the last person in the world who would dare to comment on the dream symbolism in the last segment of the above dream, but I think it speaks quite loudly and clearly itself:  With what are you seeking to feed yourself?   I say to you that though you may not understand it, the food that your soul truly needs – all of you – is the food of the Eucharist.  I repeat again what Jesus says through Jennifer above:

It is through the Eucharist that humanity can begin to heal.

I have noticed the symbolism in many instances in dream experiences and can offer that generally the use of the washroom symbolizes the need to be cleansed and particularly the sacrament of reconciliation (confession), in order to attain the state that God desires for you – perfection.  Witness again Jesus’s words from above:

Do you not witness the call for My people from your King that it is time to repent?

Enough said.  I close with a segment of a dream experience that succinctly sums up my mission:

Flophouse by Edward Millman

THURSDAY, JANUARY 20, 2005

Dreamt I found I had been somehow relegated to a flophouse.  I was in a seedy area of downtown with the seediest of society.  I wandered the streets and was with no-one.  I wondered how I got there as I was not like the people that lived there – junkies, prostitutes, slum ghetto people.  I tried to cross the street, but as I did two busses almost collided with each other and as one went around the one colliding with him he almost hit me and didn’t even care.  I had to jump to the sidewalk out of his crazy path.  Many people teemed the streets – it was in chaos everywhere…

I entered a flophouse and climbed the stairs.  I passed through stairs with open urinals and toilets at each landing, with seedy looking men using them – desperate men living in bleak nothingness and filth.  I came to near the top.  Many people sat together at tables in this common room.  It was dingy, filthy, full of dust and cobwebs and seedy people.  The building was decrepit and decaying – I wondered how it still held and stood without collapsing (this society).  It was in such disrepair.  A bunch of people gathered at a table to play cards.  They were trying to make conviviality in this dismal place.  I could not believe the sad place I saw.  These people were living in decay – the lowest of society.

They played a game while I watched from a corner.  The game piece they were playing with rolled off the table several times – I think it was a round piece of bread – I cautioned them not to be so careless – there were circular tube holes in the floor.  Soon enough their game piece rolled down a tube and their fun was gone.  Then food and wine came out – tall bottles I think and they ate and drank.  All the time watching this I struggled to survive.  I had been left here by someone to prepare for my role.  Much time went by.  I had been changed while living here – immensely changed on the inside.  The play directors and producers came to collect me as it was time for me to do the dress rehearsal of the play.  The time of my character building was at an end.  I came to the stage (this website?) and we ran through the lines.  My heart was so completely overrun with such huge emotion from my experiences.  I was SO CHANGED.  Every time my line came up and especially my lines at the end of the play where Shakespeare had written things about God and man, I cried with great depth of emotion.  I was not acting the lines – I was living fully every word I spoke. 

I finished my lines with such ardour and emotion.  I could not speak them without crying as they had to do with Jesus’s coming and the state he would find man in.  My mouth cried the words with burning tears – I lived the words – they were so me I did not know where the words left off and I began.  A break was then called for dinner.  I watched all these people as they all sat down at a table and started chattering about nothing, passing around large plates of food and drink and discussing worldly things.  I was crying for them and urging them:

Look at what you’re doing!  You’re living oblivious in this world! (to the things of the spirit)

I then repeated the last lines of the play that I had been given.  I was CRYING for their souls.  I don’t remember any of the other lines, but the very last, which I awoke to speak aloud (in the dream to all these people gathered in front of me):

SEEK YE FIRST THE KINGDOM OF GOD!

Karen

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