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First may I wish you all a very Happy New Year!  2012…  The much talked about year is finally here.  I think everyone is truly wondering what 2012 will bring…Unrest and violence in many ares of the world, natural disasters, famine, political and financial insecurity and doomsday prophecies combine to make people anxious and uncertain.  This is compounded for many as they don’t have the certainty of faith to know that this time on earth for each of us is really a short one that leads into the birth of eternity at death…it’s what we do with this time here that shapes our real future in that eternity – no matter what 2012 brings!  For me 2012 just brings another step in my walk of faith with God and commitment to walk in love as best I can.  It also brings a new commitment to commence writing regularly at this website again, after an incredibly busy 2011..

So, when I took a moment to look at the stats of this website today I was a little surprised to realize it has been almost three years since I started this venture for God.  Where has the time gone?   It brought to mind a dream I had some years ago where an angel came to me and brought me a small box.  I opened it, as it said ‘lead’ on the outside of the box.  I was told by the angel that I was to ingest this box.  I wondered at this, thinking – ‘how can I ingest lead?  Won’t I get lead poisoning?’  The angel advised that I was to ingest it as it was to fill many, many pencils.   Then I agreed to this and the angel (who appeared male), turned to face me fully and I saw his eyes!  He had the most burning, gloriously blue eyes!  They absolutely burned like fire with love.  I will never forget that gaze.  I did not understand at the time what the angel meant, but prepared to ingest the box at his command.  Now, three years into this blog, I get it.  I look back and realize I have already consumed the lead of many, many pencils in the writings that appear on this site…

As I reflect on the path this journey has taken me – one made clear by Jesus when I had a vision of Him at church with His right hand coming down from the Eucharist and resting on my head and hearing His command:

GO!!! PREACH UNTO THE NATIONS!

I simply sit now in the gentle flow of releasing to all of you all that I have experienced…Many years of confusion at wondering why on earth I was experiencing these things has given way to incredible joy at being able to share with you things unseen, things unheard, things only taken on faith by so many – and not believed at all by many more…

I take very seriously His command to preach;  to be able to be eyes of faith for those who doubt; words of consolation for those who are in pain; words of encouragement for those who struggle and words of firm certainty for those who have lost hope.  Please let me be a witness that opens you up to the truth of our existence and the truth of our God.  Please let me be the hand that reaches to help you up if you sit lost or in despair.  Please, let me be a beacon of faith and hope if you sit in apathy without direction.  Your life does have a purpose.  And a great one!  Do not waste a moment in putting one foot in front of the other in finding yours…I pray for you and I know the angels are working unseen in your life too to bring you to your destiny with God.

Having said all this, we sit in very uncertain times.  All the more reason to reach for a rock of stability!  This rock is God – love.  As I prayed about the sharing of the experience of God that follows chronologically since my last writing, I felt a prompting to Ezekiel 19 and 43.  I leave it to the reader to discern the relationship to the next dream experience of Jesus that I share today.

Ezekiel 18:30…Therefore I will judge you, O house of Israel, all of you according to your ways, says the Lord God.  Repent and turn from all your transgressions; otherwise iniquity will be your ruin.  Cast away from you all the transgressions that you have committed against me, and get yourselves a new heart and a new spirit!  Why will you die, O house of Israel?  For I have no pleasure in the death of anyone, says the Lord God.  Turn, then, and live…Ezekiel 19:  As for you, raise up a lamentation for the princes of Israel, and say:  What a lioness was your mother among lions!  She lay down among young lions, rearing her cubs.

She raised up one of her cubs; he became a young lion, and he learned to catch prey; he devoured humans.  The nations sounded an alarm against him; he was caught in their pit; and they brought him with hooks to the land of Egypt.  When she saw that she was thwarted, that her hope was lost, she took another of her lion cubs and made him a young lion.  He prowled among the lions; he became a young lion, and he learned to catch prey; he devoured people.  And he ravaged their strongholds, and laid waste their towns; the land was appalled, and all in it, at the sound of his roaring.

The nations set upon him from the provinces all around; they spread their net over him; he was caught in their pit.  With hooks they put him in a cage, and brought him into custody, so that his voice should be heard no more on the mountains of Israel.  Your mother was like a vine in a vineyard transplanted by the water, fruitful and full of branches from abundant water.  Its strongest stem became a ruler’s scepter; it towered aloft among the thick boughs; it stood out in its height with its mass of branches.

But it was plucked up in fury, cast down to the ground; the east wind dried it up; its fruit was stripped off, its strong stem was withered; the fire consumed it.  Now it is transplanted into the wilderness, into a dry and thirsty land.  And fire has gone out from its stem, has consumed its branches and fruit, so that there remains in it no strong stem, no scepter for ruling.  The Holy Bible, New Revised Standard Version; Catholic Edition

 SEPTEMBER 18, 2005

Dreamt I came home to find vomit and filth over all the white carpets of this house.  The children who had been given use of the house had become very ill.   The parents (their names mean ‘firebrand/sword’ and ‘mighty power’ ) had been trying a long while to clean it, but they were exhausted and could do no more, even though the filth was still there.  All levels of the house had this.    It wasn’t the parents’ fault – it was the children – so ill!

I came to the kitchen and saw the character in the dream whose name means ‘mighty power’, and I saw her hang up her gloves and put her cleaning utensils away.  The character whose name means ‘firebrand’ sat by dejectedly, surveying the scene of the children’s illness – unable to do more.  I saw this and sought to help.   I grabbed my tools to help clean, even though I too, was exhausted.  I looked to the area where I kept my cleaning utensils, grabbed several and many bags to pick up filth and branches of a large tree that for some reason had many of its leaves and branches shaken off of it – broken off everywhere on the living room floor.  Parts of the tree branches were everywhere – scattered across the living room.  I cleaned and picked up as best I could, but it never could be cleaned.

Then a third party came and I went through the house with them, from room to room, examining the filth and stains that honestly could not be gotten out – the home was really ruined…

I was led to the back yard which became very large and the third party showed me that there was a problem in the neighbourhood with the underground sewar system.   Eruptions were breaking out everywhere (look at our society lately!).  Big holes of erupting sewage broke out – scattered all over the back lawn of this house.  I was told that it was not my fault that this was happening, and that this was coming from a huge problem elsewhere – it had seeped from these Eastern regions into the West…I was shown that it just could not be cleaned and that the entire ground had to be razed and cleared or excavated to clean up this huge mess.  Areas that had once been beautiful with long, lush, green grass were raised, rubble mess – no green.

Then I was led and rounded the corner and was all of a sudden in a dangerous neighbourhood – full of Middle Eastern and Egyptian men with weapons.  They were menacing and warlording.  I was taken there by this third party.  I was being protected and cautioned that this was very dangerous territory.  This part of the dream was fuzzier, but I think I was being shown how this part of the neighbourhood (world) was corrupting/corrupted – part of the cause of the filth and mess and breakdown and overflow into my area (west).

Then I was shown the most immense, horrifying thing – VERY VIVID & EMOTION-FILLED – LARGER THAN LIFE – SCARY AND VIOLENT! thing…The whole scene, which became a city before me, became an area completely turned to stone – everything ALL stone – all one colour of pinkish sandstone.  I saw it be violently erupted from underground upheaval like an immense earthquake – shaking of the earth/elements – the whole thing was raised up with great and massive violence – this rock city – and it was tumbled and completely destroyed!  Such MASSIVE and complete destruction was caught up in this lifting up of this stone city and it was brought crashing to the ground in immense destruction!  Complete destruction!

Then I saw this as the above was taking place:

Jesus, my most Beloved, beautiful Jesus!  I cried with such love and longing and joy at seeing Him – even in these circumstances because I loved Him and missed Him so.  He appeared rising over this scene to the right of the city in my vision, but like this:

He was also made of the same stone of the same colour – a solid rock Jesus/man – huge in size- so large He was like a large statue towering over this stone city as it was being violently lifted and crumbled and destroyed.   He was immense and towering over it.  He watched and it appeared He was in command of these violent, churning, whirling elements/destruction (or part of them – in unity with them – hard to explain).

He hovered over this stone city as it was being destroyed and then He reached, both hands to His vestments or clothing at His chest, and peeled or ripped them open.  As He did, the stone area at the front of His chest broke open to reveal the immense, powerful light of His Sacred Heart, pouring forth over the scene.  I especially cried with love and longing at this moment, as I knew what He was doing – knew He was going to open and reveal His Sacred Heart and I longed to see It/Him – even this huge stone figure of Jesus amidst COMPLETE DESTRUCTION.  It was like the rays of the sun breaking open over the dark, chaotic, immensely destructive moment.  The most beautiful and powerful white light spilled forth from His Sacred Heart over this scene as the destruction was taking place:

My love!  My most beautiful Love!  How I adore Thee!!! How I miss Thee!!!

I stood to the right of this scene as I watched this being done, which put me to Jesus’ left side, but back and away as a third party observer – as if I too hovered and watched to be shown this scene.  It was like the horrifying climax of a movie of surreal proportions.

However, I was then brought by this third party to stand at the front of a small circular table where this event had been shown to me.  It was now like a rock scale model on the table in front of me and I was shown the city resurrected – completely reassembled and resurrected before my eyes as I watched.  It was like a complete reversal of the destruction and it was restored and stood, this rock city.  I just stood, mouth agape at what I had witnessed and something was imparted to me by the third party as I marvelled at this:  That this scene had happened many times through history.  That is the best way I can describe what I was told.  I didn’t really understand what I was being told.  I was told that mankind had brought this city to this point before and that the city had been thus destroyed and resurrected before – something about a table in the round.  It was as if the destruction scene had never happened…

And now I share Ezekiel 43:

Then he brought me to the gate, the gate facing East.  And there, the glory of the God of Israel was coming from the east; the sound was like the sound of mighty waters; and the earth shone with his glory.  The vision I saw was like the vision that I had seen when he came to destroy the city, and like the vision that I had seen by the river Chebar; and I fell upon my face.  As the glory of the Lord entered the temple by the gate facing east, the spirit lifted me up and brought me into the inner court; and the glory of the Lord filled the temple.

While the man was standing beside me, I heard someone speaking to me out of the temple.  He said to me:  Mortal, this is the place of my throne and the place for the soles of my feet, where I will reside among the people of Israel forever.  The house of Israel shall no more defile my holy name, neither they nor their kings, by their whoring, and by the corpses of their kings at their death.  When they placed their threshold by my threshold and their doorposts beside my doorposts, with only a wall between me and them, they were defiling my holy name by their abominations that they committed; therefore I have consumed them in my anger.  Now let them put away their idolatry and the corpses of their kings far from me, and I will reside among them forever.

As for you, mortal, describe the temple to the house of Israel, and let them be ashamed of their iniquities.  When they are ashamed of all that they have done, make known to them the plan of the temple, its arrangement, its exits and its entrances, and its whole form – all its ordinances and its entire plan and all its laws; and write it down in their sight, so that they may observe and follow the entire plan and all its ordinances.  This is the law of the temple:  the whole territory on the top of the mountain all around shall be most holy.  This is the law of the temple.

My understanding of the bible is extremely limited, so I defer to those more knowledgeable than I in discerning the hidden meaning of my dream.  May God bring forth wisdom and light in our hearts to truly know ourselves and God, and turn from the wrong paths we’ve been on and let ourselves be healed by the glorious mercy and love which pours from the heart of Jesus.  Amen.

Karen

 

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 

 

 

 

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