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What is Important?

What is Important?

A Soul – A Town – My Movie 3 22 24

First, I go to someone’s room with a friend. There’s something sad or forlorn abut this, like did someone have a bad accident, are they dying? They must be attended to.

It’s a medium sized room, white walls, a white sheer curtain blowing in the wind from a window left as I look around. Is the person – a man – there? Did he leave? If he did we can’t help him.

Then I look in this bed against the wall – somehow it looks like a child’s crib. And a man’s head peeps out from under the covers – I only see the top of his head – honey blonde with streaks of light blonde hair, cut straight across, a bit tousled.

He’s there – we’re going to take care of him. It’s a feeling of his being a prisoner in the room.

*{This sounds like a Soul in Purgatory. One hint is the window with VEIL blowing in the wind – & the fact that he’s a PRISONER. The veil is what separates us from the side where God is – Heaven. Being a prisoner is you can’t get out of here just because you want to. If someone helps, it can be done faster, & here I am with someone who is probably my Guardian Angel, going to help this man.

Why is he under the cover, only the top of his head shows? His identity is secret, I see only a small part of him. Head & HAIR in this context are his thoughts – I see his thoughts.

The crib is because these clients are at times seen as children, a spiritual child to me. His state is not bad, he might be ascending soon.}*

Later things get different. I go to a foreign town. I don’t think it’s Purgatory as I see I’m outside, there’s a sky. I examine every street, the mall; look in the windows at the shops & residences. I don’t see many people, just a few.

Was in a store, it had food & other things. This town is remote & I sense they are lacking in some amenities, but they have a lot anyway. Some children – girls – are in the street. One of them calls back to me from ahead, saying she found the most delicious caramel in this store {where I’d been} & wants to go there for it. Sounds like she’s tempting me, but I didn’t care for any caramel. These kids are around 11-12.

Then I met in succession, the three Tony’s. Go into one Italian place, the manager is Tony – young & handsome. Go to another, same thing. He mentions his brother’s name is Tony, very strange. Then the third one it’s BINGO. The manager Tony is so handsome, so tall, so sexy. I stroke his face. He has a 2 day beard. His face is so manly, hard to explain someone’s beauty, but it’s very masculine. And he likes my attention, we might be friends.

He asks about me, I say,

“I just travel, see places – I don’t have to work any more.”

There were dozens of details I will not record as it’s too much time. Not sure what I was doing here. Maybe just “a change is as good as a rest,” – I’ve been burned out from work.

*{This ones got me, Mother God, need help. If it’s not Purgatory, what is it? Lately I’ve had a couple dreams of romantic touches like this – I did not record the one of Jean Claude Van Damme, where our eyes met & I felt love.

Is this a vacation, where I visit males who might be amenable to me & exchange love? Is it my way of resting? Am I traveling with my soul or what? Who are these Tony’s especially the last one? Who was jean Claude?

MG: To make an educated guess, I’d say the 3 Tony’s are your Guardian Angels, here to give you love. They know you’re worn out – true Love is an elixir, like Sacred Water, which refreshes the Soul. A Celestial Being can take on any form – you recall the Angel who appeared as your beautiful blonde maid, ironing the vest of Tom S {Jesus} when He visited you? And you remember when you appeared to Juana the first night as a male, the second night as a female? The hint here is they are 3 with the same name – all your Guardian Angels, all Tony, & one says ‘his brother’ which denotes kinship. And they are similar but the last one is spectacular. A spiritual Being has no gender, neither does your soul, neither do I, your Mother God. We can manifest any which way. Here they came to make you happy. You have CHOSEN not to ask for any man on earth – St. Charbel warned you if you did, he would leave so you chose to remain celibate & without romance. The same with Jean Claude, it could have been Saint St. Charbel appearing so beautiful to give you pleasure.

ME: Who are the girls tempting me with ‘caramel’ & what is this town?

MG: Sounds like ‘Mount Carmel’- a spiritual destiny as you are born on Our Lady of Mt.Carmel Day. This is God has taken you to a spiritual place for a vacation, ‘Carmel’ is here. The girls are probably angels, all the people here should be Celestials or members of Heaven, it’s pleasant. Your Guardian Angels brought you here for spiritual refreshment, notice they are managers of restaurants {spiritual nourishment} – they are in authority. It’s a great thrill for you to know abut these Angels of yours & what they have done on your behalf.

MEANING OF RAIN

Oh yes, lately had a dream abut rain but didn’t write it down, confused as to what it meant. But had another dream about rain so I figured it out. I have here 4 volumes of ‘The City of God.’ I’m indoors but there’s drizzle & one of my volumes to the right, on a table, is speaking to me pointing out it’s getting wet – all of them are. I take them lovingly into my arms to dry them, protect them, & am going to put them into my bed under the covers, get them dry, keep them close to me.

{It’s THE RAIN ON MY PARADE. An impediment, something is stopping the fun or the desired activity. In this case, it’s my dreams. I’ve been distracted perhaps or too tired to write them down, I’m therefore losing valuable articles & books. MysticalCity* of God is the account of the experiences of Mary of Agreda, who saw visions & Our Lady spoke to her & dictated her life. So on a smaller scale it is with me – my mystical writings which must go on – this is saying. And I’m taking the situation under my wings.}*

The other dream was I was in my house on the second floor & it rained on & on until outside was flooded & the floor I’m standing on also is, up to my ankles of crystal clear water. My husband Rich is with me. But then all the water recedes, everything is alright.

Richard stands next to me on my right, tall & dependable as he was. We look across the field from us, as if there’s no wall, & there, on the other side is Pablo, an evil guy I was in love with. This person is looking at us & seeing how devoted Richard is to me & I’m glad he sees it.

*{PABLO is the OLD GUY Nick, when I was relating to him as a living person / drug addict, totally shameless in his lifestyle, wasting his life with the other hoodlums in town. He was extremely cruel to me, to the point of my having anxiety attacks which led to heart attacks. Yes he was evil.

Now he looks at himself on ‘the other side’ or as he was in life from the vantage point of today. He has changed into the good, dependable husband as Rich was, devoted to me, at my side, dependable, helpful. He sees the truth now & I’m glad he does.}*

My Movie & the Rag Doll

I was working on something with others when I noticed there was something I could obtain that I wanted – like crockery, pots & pans – this is vague. I got a huge cloth slick vanilla colored bag I have here – it’s so big it would hold several coats, & I take this bag on my way.

When I get there it’s on the street. There’s a theater with a marquee I assume advertising a movie. In front of the place, closer to me as I’m to the left of the theater, is a large sign covered with icons, not pictures, but representations of things like on a board. There’s a ‘rag doll’ of sorts, at least 2 or more huge oranges like I have here {with very thick skins} – one statue of a rosy flesh-colored head & face, {which I put no value on – hold it I my hands & put it back – don’t want to take it} – & in front of this poster or presentation I see a large number of heads of people, all close together, staring at this sign.

I ask someone why are these people staring like that – this is nothing unusual, just regular things & they say,

“It’s the way they’re put together, all in one place, that makes it seem important.”

As I’m inspecting this display – all I want is the rag doll, & I take it, put it in my bag & am going back to my house. It had no price tag on it – it’s like the Good Will are selling this but it has no price, so I can’t pay it, & I’m just slightly nervous they’ll come after me & say since I didn’t pay for it, it isn’t mine & they want it back.

Anyway, I take a chance, & it’s strange having this small rag doll – about a foot high – in this huge bag & nothing else that I expected to pick up.

I’m aware of a couple women standing there {they’re in front of the theater facing the street} who are really strange, as they say they wanted that rag doll, but they knew they couldn’t get it because they didn’t even try. But they saw the value of it after I took it. They’re just standing there complaining they wanted it. One of these women has a square face like this advertisement where a man is wearing a costume with a huge square head, I’ve seen recently. These women are sort of ‘slow’, like no zeal or energy, just wanting things but not doing anything to get them.

MEANING:

*{This regards the MOVIE of your life coming to pass. The POSTER shows the elements of your life, the parts of it which are relevant. The FRUITS are the victories you won – happy fulfillment of efforts. The face statue is you as a glamour doll – you put no value on this & don’t take it. You pick it up, disdain it & put it back. You choose nothing else to take with you except the rag doll, the only thing you value.

The RAG DOLL represents your SUFFERINGS. It hearkens to St. Francis of Assisi who said he climbed Mt.Alverno to see his Lady Love & when he got there all he saw was LADY POVERTY dressed in rags! That was his spouse!

And here you affirm the same, the most meaningful part of your life was the sufferings.

Who are the women standing there coveting my rag doll, but they do nothing to obtain something like that?

They remind you of this mannequin with a huge square head. They are FAKE in the service of God & God’s spiritual precepts. They DESIRE what you received THROUGH POVERTY but they aren’t willing to PRACTICE IT. Someone having a BIG HEAD, SQUARE, means what? It’s ego – one considering oneself big or significant rather than being humble before God, saying ‘I am important.’

Why do I have this very large slick vanilla cloth bag & I think I’ll get large utensils but I only get the rag doll?

St. Francis said,

“God gives us all that is good. All we have to give to God is OUR SUFFERINGS.”

Is there anything else important here?

The dream is saying that your life is UNUSUAL in that there are many elements, which many have had. But in putting together these elements, it’s rare that one life would have such a combination.

What specifically, Mother God are these elements?

MG: the spiritual & physical, Heaven & earth in combination. Most people’s lives lean in one direction or another – yours goes equal both ways.

You read the lives of the Saints. The have specific qualities, Gifts & experiences, which you also have.

Then you look at show business people, & they have certain distinctions such as their looks, talents, abilities, accomplishments like winning beauty contests, being in movies & TV, getting attention & publicity.

But your life is a hybrid between two elements, which most people think are incompatible.. Spirituality & sexuality usually don’t go together, but in you they do.

ME: Why is the white bag so large but the only thing in it the rag doll?

MG: You once thought there were so many important things in life, but now you know only what we suffer in Love {spiritual Poverty} is important – Jesus & His Cross. {end}’

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Channel Mother Cabrini

I Channel Mother Cabrini 3-18-24

ME: Mother Cabrini, you opened up 67 institutions to help the poor, orphans, the sick, during your lifetime – a miraculous accomplishment. You faced tremendous hardships & obstacles, but by the Grace of God, you did it. Everyone knows you are a saint & you are admired & loved greatly by many including me.

I’d like to get your counsel on my work, as I am fighting Patriarchy to establish a Matriarchal religion & Order – for women & their children. I have also had hardships & obstacles, different from yours but nevertheless, hard to conquer. By the Grace of God I have done many things to obey Her precepts & further the cause of Mother God on Earth. How would you describe my mission, & my goal – & what abilities, skills & virtues do I need to fulfill my work? Yes, I am old – But I still have ambitions. Speak to me.

Mother Cabrini {MC}:

Your fight is Ideological. Your enemies are not physical; they are psychological, spiritual & metaphysical. However, these enemies are housed in the minds of men & women – Spirits of deception, delusion, lying spirits, spirits not of God but the devil. You are opposing them; you are putting forth ideas that are the opposite.

ME: Yes I’m preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ, which is the opposite of what Patriarchy purports. And I want to write down everything I propose for the new Religion & Order. Right now all I can do is write. Do you have any advice how I should proceed? Do you think I can actually start this Order during my lifetime that is left – which is about 13 more years if I’m lucky. Or do you think I should just write & hope to put down all the ideas/instructions for the religion & Order?

MC: Try not to worry or hurry. It will all come out of you in good time, & if God wants you to do anything physical as you hope – she will put forth Her Magic Wand, wave it over your property & it will begin.

ME: Did you ever think about the prejudice & evil I am facing which is Patriarchy? Did you ever pray for it to end?

MC: Of course, most women if not all, think about these issues – we all face them. Each woman activist can only do so much in her lifetime, in her skin. She hopes to lay stones of work down upon which other women can build. Don’t fret about whether you start physical building or not, jut concern yourself now about writing it all down & what happens, happens. If you don’t start building or organizing this lifetime, the next generation of women will follow your footsteps & proceed.

ME: What do you think of my New Religion?

MC: Why not? It’s about time someone kicked their asses. Those priests & prelates, I had a lot to suffer from them – they were obnoxious to the core, presumptuous, self righteous & all misogynists. I knew they were abusers but there was nothing I could do about it, I just had to proceed the best I could. A lot had to happen before other women came along & feminism was born, & then Female Empowerment with you.

ME: As I was sitting just now meditating she spoke to me thus, words approximate:

MC: Now is the time to do what you’re doing. When you first started on the internet, in 2004, it was a time of relative stability where the patriarchs felt secure. When you preached as you do they fought viciously against you, even death threats. But now, when you return to Face Book, you won’t get that. They will leave you mostly alone because now is the time of CHAOS. During chaos is when new ideas can be ingested & people are so confused, so focused on what to do next, they will not fight new ideas, especially this one which is Matriarchy. Men have noticed that their world is crumbling, all the misconceptions they had of themselves being Kings & Captain Marvels & Strong Leading men, dominating everything, are evaporating like the morning dew. Their illusions have for the most part, have been shattered by the results of male rule, where the chickens have come to roost, & by the behavior of women with their demands for equal rights, opportunities, & now you with Matriarchy. They know they’re finished – the writing is on the wall to those who are aware, educated & informed. There are still some that are ignorant, but they are ignorant of all things even Patriarchy itself, they are basically not riveted anywhere, they just live – either badly or well, just live for the day ahead, don’t know what’s going on outside.

ME: So far, so good. Sounds like you’re on board with my program. What do you think of my focusing on women & mostly excluding men except for what WE want – not to dominate us, but we are sexually free & cohabit with them when we wish, but there’s no domination of us by them nor do they dominate our children. That’s the Order I’m setting up.

MC: Everything you’re doing & thinking it’s about time. I like it all. If I was back on earth I’d join your Order & help. Maybe go out & set up new branches for us. For women to be sexually free has part way started, but you’re taking it to the limit, making it official, which is humorous in a way. It’s like a laugh in their face. Not being revengeful, just merely showing them like it is – their karma for thousands of years of abuse. They used women as breeders for their nefarious schemes, now you use them only for sperm & a bit of affection. Like William Bond says, they don’t know how to love. They know how to take love from women. They have needs, but they’re slow to give. They only give when they can get something out of it – like giving women money for sex – which they will do. But giving for charity is not their nature.

ME: How many books will it take & how many years, to get this all into writing? I have to put down the Order, its rules, its setup, housing, management, education. Then I have to write out all the religious doctrine & beliefs – A lot of writing.

MC: It will take 5 books & 2 years – not much for you. You did 9 books in 2 years when you were Graced by God. God will Grace you again for this.

You will be helped by Pete & William, each in his own way. Their writings support yours. When you include the work of William regarding males are the submissive sex & all the other things he writes, people will be impressed. Pete also writes well – he has his own smarts & vision which will give your work credibility. Together the 3 of you will make great strides.

ME: What do you think of my past work – Stripping for God, body building, female domination, cougering, preaching in front of the White House which caused Our Lady’s of Fatima Power to manifest – all of that. And also the Graces I received – the infused virtues from Jesus {Faith, Hope & Charity} & Mary {Poverty, Chastity, Obedience} – this Christmas I received KEYS from Jesus & a Mantle with among other colors, GOLDEN ROSES made of Gold Thread from Mary – dozens of other Graces over the years, the Holy Interior Stigmata & all the special favors from them as well as Saints. I have 7 spiritual husbands, 6 of them known Saints.

MC: You have the right to stand with the best of them, some day people will know it & believe, & pray to you & get favors. Many miracles will occur. This isn’t to be known in your lifetime as you’d be hounded & it would impede your work. But people will come to your grave to ask for favors. They will clamor for relics of you. There will be more favors & miracles than normal to prove yourself to the people – God will grant that. You who were despised {including by your family even now}, ridiculed, scoffed at, put aside in life because of your profession – all that will change. Those who are in the same boat as you will come to you with confidence – women of the adult trade, those who are shunned.

Your life is coming to a close but you have much to look forward to in Eternity. What a future you will have!

ME: When I go to the other side will there be many animals to greet me? And what abut Souls in Purgatory I helped?

MC: It’ll be beyond what you ever imagined. Words cannot say. All the pain gone, all the joy realized – A Heaven that not many can enjoy. It’s all because of your Heart because your love has been True.

ME: What in Heaven most impressed or surprised you?

MC: Everything. Hard to describe. What is most shocking I suppose is those who are in Heaven one didn’t expect – & those who likewise went to long Purgatories or even Hell who one also did not expect.

ME: What about all those Priests & male clergy? – Their pedophilia & all the other sins. Did you know abut that & how many of these guys made it to Heaven & did many go to Hell or long Purgatories?

MC: All kids. Some of them were sick you – They’d been abused by their Dad or other men. We suspected some were like that but had no proof. All kinds, some Heaven, some Hell overall not because of any particular sin but because they shut God out of their lives.

ME: Many saints say the majority go to Hell, the minority to Heaven, & that more women gain Heaven, & more poor people than rich.

MC: The Broad Highway to Hell is common among the people. They have no idea they are headed there, but they are. And as Jesus said, ‘Many go there.’

ME: Do you have any advice or parting words for me & the people out there?

MC: Take it day by day. Stop worrying & work on your Faith. Believe in the Good & good will happen. Believe in the bad & it draws bad to you. Clean your heart out periodically by forgiving all who ever hurt you & ask them to forgive what you did to hurt them, & receive their forgiveness even if you have no proof of it. Keep struggling each day to be a better person for yourself & others. You must love yourself as you do others, don’t blame yourself for so many things especially little things, forgive yourself for your faults. That is all for now.

ME: Thanks to Mother Cabrini {end}

From Wikipedia:

On September 1887, St. Cabrini went to seek the pope’s approval to establish missions in China. Instead, he urged that she go to the United States to help the Italian immigrants who were flooding to that nation, mostly in great poverty. “Not to the East, but to the West” was his advice.^[7]

Cabrini left for the United States, arriving in New York City on March 31, 1889, along with six other sisters.^[8] In New York she encountered disappointment and difficulties.^[7][2] Archbishop Michael Corrigan, who was not immediately supportive, found them housing at the convent of the Sisters of Charity. She obtained the archbishop’s permission to found the Sacred Heart Orphan Asylum in rural West Park, New York, later renamed Saint Cabrini Home.

Cabrini organized catechism and education classes for the Italian immigrants and provided for many orphans’ needs. She established schools and orphanages despite tremendous odds. She was as resourceful as she was prayerful, finding people who would donate what she needed in money, time, labor, and support.^[9] In New York City, she founded ColumbusHospital, which merged with ItalianHospital to become Cabrini Medical Center from 1973 until its closure in 2008.^[10][11]

In Chicago, Illinois, the sisters opened ColumbusHospital in Lincoln Park and ColumbusExtensionHospital (later renamed Saint Cabrini Hospital) in the heart of the city’s Italian neighborhood on the Near West Side. Both hospitals eventually closed.^[12][2] Their foundress’s name lives on in Chicago’s Cabrini Street.

She founded 67 missionary institutions to serve the sick and poor, long before government agencies provided extensive social services – in New York; Chicago and Des Plaines, Illinois; Seattle; New Orleans; Denver and Golden, Colorado; Los Angeles; Philadelphia; and in countries throughout Latin America and Europe.^[6] In 1926, nine years after her death, the Missionary Sisters achieved Cabrini’s original goal of becoming missionaries to China.^[13]

Cabrini was naturalized as a United States citizen in 1909.^[6]

Death[edit source]

Cabrini died of complications from malaria at age 67 in Columbus Hospital in Chicago on December 22, 1917,^[3] while preparing Christmas candy for local children.

Her body was initially interred at what became Saint Cabrini Home, the orphanage she founded in West Park, Ulster County, New York.

Veneration[edit source]

In 1933, her body was exhumed and divided as part of the process toward sainthood. At that time, her head was removed and is preserved in the chapel of the congregation’s international motherhouse in Rome. Her heart is preserved in Codogno, where she founded her missionary order. An arm bone is at her national shrine in Chicago. Most of the rest of her body is at her major shrine in New York.^[14]

Cabrini was beatified on November 13, 1938, by Pope Pius XI, and canonized on July 7, 1946, by Pope Pius XII.^[9][2] Her beatification miracle involved purportedly restoring the sight of a day-old baby who had been blinded by a 50% silver nitrate solution instead of the normal 1% solution in the child’s eyes. The child, named Peter Smith (1921–2002), would later be present at her beatification and become a priest.^[15] Her canonization miracle involved the purported healing of a terminally ill member of her congregation. When Cabrini was canonized, an estimated 120,000 people filled Chicago’s Soldier Field for a Mass of thanksgiving.^[16]

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New Order vs Mosuos

New Order vs. Mosuos

How we measure up with the Mosuos of China2-26-24 – similarities & differences

From Wikipedia:

The Mosuo are often referred to as China’s “last matrilineal society.”^[4] The Mosuo themselves may also often use the description matriarchal, which they believe increases interest in their culture and thus attracts tourism.^[5] However, the terms matrilineal and matriarchal do not reflect the full complexity of their social organization. In fact, it is not easy to categorize Mosuo culture within traditional Western definitions. They have aspects of a matriarchal culture: women are often the head of the house, inheritance is through the female line, and women make business decisions. However, unlike a matriarchy, the political power tends to be in the hands of males.^[5] For instance, a man named Ge Ze A Che is the political leader of Luoshui village.^[6] However, according to an article by NPR, there was once a time when the political leaders of Mosuo villages were in fact female.^[7] The anthropologist Peggy Reeves Sanday has argued that the Musuo should be considered a matriarchy.^[8] Further, scholars have argued that while matrilineal arrangements are the normative pattern, domestic arrangements still vary geographically and by family circumstance.

Rasa says: We will have NO male leadership anywhere. This trend of now having male leaders in matriarchal societies is the influence of Patriarchy creeping in on them. In America when men took over the Matriarchal American Indians they saw men as leaders & therefore negotiated with men & later gave appropriations to CHIEFS rather than the Female Elders. Some A.I. tribes still maintain female leadership, thank God.

Matriarchies are NOT ‘egalitarian,’ which means equality.

With women the top bananas, it’s Matriarchy.

Daily life

Mosuo culture is primarily agrarian, with work based on farming tasks such as raising livestock (yak, water buffalo, sheep, goats, poultry) and growing crops, including grains and potatoes. The people are largely self-sufficient in diet, raising enough for their daily needs. Meat is an important part of their diet and, since they lack refrigeration, is preserved through salting or smoking. The Mosuo are renowned for their preserved pork, which may be kept for 10 years or more. They produce a local alcoholic beverage made from grain, called sulima, which is similar to strong wine. Sulima is drunk regularly and usually offered to guests and at ceremonies and festivals.

Local economies tend to be barter-based. However, increased interaction with the outside world brings greater use of a cash-based trade system. Average incomes are low (US$150–200 per year), causing financial restrictions when cash is needed for activities such as education or travel. Electricity has been introduced in most Mosuo communities, but some villages still lack electric power.^[9]

Mosuo homes consist of four rectangular structures arranged in a square, around a central courtyard. The first floor houses livestock, including water buffalo, horses, geese, and poultry. The main cooking, eating and visiting areas are also on the first floor. The second floor is commonly used for storage and for the bedrooms.

Rasa says:

There will be VARIETY in our housing, homesteads & support system. For instance, I have a house with 50 beautiful acres. We could start by females simply bringing caravans to live on my property… We could buy a house & start with 3 or 4 females there… We could buy a motel & have women live in the rooms like studio apartments – for a start…

But eventually I want to have a ‘Mother House’ with apartments surrounding a large courtyard, all enclosed, Temple to

Mother God within, no men permitted except for services such as plumbers, electricians, repairmen, & those will be chaperoned. That’s a beginning.

I also want separate, different style housing – one would be tiny but exquisite homes for each female & children – designed by me. The houses will be all stone & wood inside & out, fireplaces, not luxurious but rustic in perfect taste, sort of like the old English ‘Men’s Club’ inside with all wood walls in designs, many of the windows greatly indented to sit in. These would be ‘on the grid & as with all housing developments, have its own headquarters. This large main house would be the gathering place where religious services, home schooling, entertainments & meetings would be held.

The women most suitable for this development would be those who work in regular jobs. Each house has a privacy fenced in yard & dogs are allowed, but this will not contain farm animals or farm work. Small gardens would work. Thinking 15 such houses make a village.

The community most fascinating is the ‘off the grid homestead’ one. These will be a rugged lifestyle with farming. Each house will be comfortable but unless we figure out a way there will be no hot water – or ‘central heating’ – as these work off electricity. I know how terrible that could be as I grew up on such a farm for 7 years. There will be plenty heat fueled by wood – a large iron wood stove in the kitchen, a fireplace in the living room plus another iron stove downstairs if needed. There will be one bedroom downstairs & an ‘open walled’ loft upstairs with room for several persons—the heat rising up should keep the loft warm. Each house will have an outdoor washing machine {these are a lot of work!} for the summer – in cold weather the Mother House has several washing machines & dryers. The Mother House will also have bathrooms with tub & showers as taking a bath in a place with no hot water is difficult. You have to heat the water & sit in a tub. The washing machines & bathrooms with facilities will get lots of use from the 15 or so homesteads all winter! – even summer. The Main House is ON THE GRID so it’ll have all the conveniences including computers.

This building will be the religious, home schooling, entertainment & meeting area, & also have kitchen facilities, large table for community meals. It will be furnished with all that is needed for most activities. It will also have a large fireplace surrounded by couches for cozy discussions & book readings- all to be monitored by an Elder or Officer.

For all the content of what we wish to do, you could call these ‘Long Houses’ as they will have to be at least 80’ long if not more. You’re talking space for a stage for religion & entertainment, then kitchen/dining area, then fireplace with seating around it, then recreation like table tennis. And there will be side rooms for storage of food, a cold room & regular room, for which only Elders & Officers have keys. Each thing mentioned having 20’ that makes 80’. The fireplace should be in the middle, not that we need it for heat, it’s on the grid, but in case the electric goes off, there it is.

The Long House will be welcomed in heavy rain & all winter: table tennis, dancing, stretching, weight lifting & the like. Games could be utilized: cards, chess & checkers, monopoly, etc. We will have dance teachers & regular dance nights – later this can segue into putting on shows with paid tickets.

This will be important for the Homestead lifestyle. There will be a large barn where the animals for all the families will be kept: cows for milk, butter, yogurt & cheese; ditto goats. Then there’s chickens for eggs & meat. The residents must learn the skills that correspond to animal husbandry & children will be given chores & responsibilities from an early age.

Now the gardens. There will be fields for growing crops – we’ll need hay for the cows, goats & horses if any. For plowing the fields we will have to use a horse, or a bull. Skills will be developed, the Amish will have these & many other implements we’ll need. We can also hire a tractor or buy one – the Elders will decide.

There will also be a large area where we have gardening for anyone. People can also have small private gardens by their houses.

All our members will practice the use of herbs – learning what they are, harvesting & preserving them – knowing what each herbs is good for. We also pick berries & mushrooms. The women will use all kind of methods to preserve food – canning, smoking, & freezers can be in the Mother house. We’ll have a smoke house & an outdoor sauna.

This facility will have a lot of land which in the summer we’ll use for the scouts of not only our own village but that of others. We’ll learn to build our own tepees or shelters & cook in the outdoors, practice many scouting, self reliance & survival skills. These could be Gaia Scouts. If a river or lake is nearby, all the members especially kids, will learn to swim.

I also plan to provide facilities for women who want to be hermits for the sake of God’s Kingdom. Monasteries provide food once a day to such hermits. They could try it temporarily or permanently like St. Charbel, one of my spiritual husbands.

Role of women

Main article: Mosuo women

As soon as a Mosuo girl becomes old enough, she learns the tasks that she will perform for the rest of her life. Mosuo women do all the housework, including cleaning, tending the fire, cooking, gathering firewood, feeding the livestock, and spinning and weaving.^[10][11] In the past, due to isolation, Mosuo women produced all their own household goods. Today, due to increased trade with surrounding villages and cities, it is easier to obtain goods. Nevertheless, some Mosuo women, especially those of older generations, know how to use looms to produce cloth goods.

Rasa says:

Here in the modern U.S.A. we will provide rides for women who don’t have cars one day a week, to go to the stores they need. We will be familiar with venues that are the most economical & also frequent places like the Salvation Army. We’ll encourage thriftiness in spending & economy in use. No food will be discarded – it will be put into the woods for wild animals.

Sharing of resources, such as special pots & pans (like say a Dutch Oven) will be encouraged – tools, appliances can be borrowed which are not used daily – each household doesn’t have to have every appliance for itself. We can also have a large brick bread-baking oven outside {or inside} for the community.

We will teach children to work, be industrious from age 5 onward, in little things, & by the time they are 10 they should be good at many simple chores. By 15 we expect females to be responsible, hard working & skillful at many tasks. We’ll do what we can to teach girls carpentry, repairs on house & machines, operating a tractor or using a horse or bull to do plowing, scything the field, riding horses if we have them, skillful house painting, overall handywomen. Not to mention we will educate them in the arts – singing if they have a voice, musical instruments, dancing, & we will also stretch their intellectual capacities with paid & volunteer teachers & encourage them to spend spare time studying on their own or communing with nature, prayer, & the like…. Rasa Von Werder To be continued

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Non–Christian Ascends to Heaven

Non Christian rises up to Heaven-HUGE party-2-18-24

This might be a Muslim {Ascending} but am not sure

If there was ever proof non-Christians go to Heaven, this is it.

I’m in this unusual place that I usually don’t rub shoulders with. My community group is on one side of this area, indoors, large rooms {like 40’ square}, while another community/family is to the other side. There are NO BARRIERS like a fence, wall, divider – nothing. It’s just an invisible line & I find myself crossing it to the other side.

There in the corner is a TREE kind of like a Christmas tree but has few leaves. It has HUGE THORNS like 4” long! But it also is loaded with large PLUMS {we consume most of them}. I decide to try them, & my friends on my side join me & we all partake of these fruits. Only one is bad, I open it & inside a person has placed their GARBAGE – like a red & white checkered tablecloth & other items that are to be thrown out. Disgusted, I throw this piece into the nearby garbage can – also thinking like so,

“I’m availing myself of my neighbor’s trash can to discard stuff, I hope they won’t mind.

{“Only one is bad.” “By their fruits ye shall know them.” These FRUITS are the ACTIONS that are borne from the beliefs of a person. The only thing I would despise from the Muslims would be their treatment of women – which this might pertain to as the tablecloth –women prepare & serve the food. So this belief system disgusts me & I throw it in the ash can.}

There’s a point where I must go up a stairs, which I do, & am uneasy as a man who is ‘shook up’ is following me – the man is some kind of nervous wreck.

As I climb up I come to a balcony where there are semi-see through large wooden-framed shades before the street, it makes me uncomfortable as the man enters also & I don’t know what he’ll do – is he dangerous? His appearance is thin, average in light brown clothes, short hair, a worried man.

{This worried, nervous wreck would be a man in Purgatory. ^The THORNS on the tree might be what he endured in life. ^ I am with him, as I’m his MINISTER but he makes me uncomfortable as Muslims look down on women. But he does nothing evil. He & me with him are in an in-between place, still in Purgatory, but some of the Light is shining through where he’ll soon be released ^the shades letting in some light from the street. ^}

Then it gets sketchy. Things happen so vague between both communities, I can’t explain. But we all end up IN THE STREET & as I walk here, there are SO MANY PEOPLE lining this one street, on both sides, you could not cross to the other side & get where you want to go as the people are like sardines. At the same time, the curb across us & air are filled with big yellow & white balloons, like some kind of celebration. {the yellow balloons remind me of ‘smiley’ faces they usually print that way.}

{Ah, this is his ASCENSION! The STREET is the dividing line between earth & Heaven. On the other side are members of the Heavenly realm, all happy, receiving him. Myself & others on this side could not go there & get to another place as one must DIE to go there lol. My best friend Rudy was also seen in this symbol, while we walked on the sidewalk, came to a street, I stopped, but he RAN across – which was the Other Side – & he ascended in 18 days!}

I’m standing in a lovely dress – it’s soft, silky yellow, chest seems flat, & my hair is fixed nicely, short, straight but puffed up. I am very aware of myself – thinking ‘How do I look? Will the people notice me? Lol – no one does.

Some of my own people are close to me & in fact, standing slightly in front of me. I tell them,

“Step aside – I am a star. You must not cover me, I must be in front.”

They move away from blocking me.

*{ME: Mother God I need help with this, as it sounds extremely vain & I don’t want to judge myself. What does it indicate?

MG: It’s simply to show you, in the dream, that you’re responsible for this man’s Ascension – he was your client. You had him rise up with you, follow you, up the stairs where there was semi-light & then there was his Ascension.

ME: The yellow silky dress, straight but puffy hair & why is my chest almost flat? That would mean ‘no love.’

MG: You’re dressed for a PARTY, you’re celebrating – got your hair done, put on this festive dress, chest flat might mean the opposite of what you think. Could be saing ‘I’m not advertising my love, no one SEES me or looks at me means these people don’t give me CREDIT for their associate being liberated. So it’s OK, not a bad symbol. If your chest was PUFFED UP you know what that mean – wanting credit. So you deserve credit, but his people don’t even know who you are!}*

After this outdoor scene we seem to be back inside & I wish I could recall details but it felt like a party – & my neighbors are the host. I recall eating but what? The feeling is although we are vastly different from the neighbors, all is overlooked & we are affable.

{This is a terrific dream of an Ascension!}

JUST BEFORE I WAKE UP I sense a woman deeply sad. The phone rings – I hear her voice, downhearted. My greeting is,

“What’s wrong?”

She says,

“My health.”

I asked her name, she said it several times, but I could not understand it or identify her. It sounded like ‘Lorelei’.

I start praying for her. It has to be a living woman as she mentions health. {end}

2-16-24 Wet kisses-Not pleasant–Mickey Hargitay Visits

There’s a man I approached for help but am not hopeful. I have a low table – it’s round & has a round bench around it. It’s been worked so much, has so many screws & nails in it & been out in the air so long, it’s falling apart. I study it, where can I drive another nail to hold it together? It’s splitting apart; it’s rotted through in spots. Reminds me of the picnic table I had so many years, which finally just collapsed. There was no place on this item where I could put a screw or a nail to fix it left.

I show this table to this man & he doesn’t seem to care. Later we’re going somewhere & he’s to my right holding my arms. We pause & he wants to kiss me. It isn’t pleasant, his kisses are wet & I now recall we did this some time before, was also not pleasant.

Suddenly two people appear before us, working. They are not to see us kissing & I caution him to stop.

MEANING:

*{This is probably a man in Purgatory because his kisses are unpleasant. When James Brown came to me & kissed me it was unpleasant because he was still in Purgatory – therefore his soul was unclean. I thught he was rising up to heaven then, but that was still years far off – so I was perplexed why the kiss was unpleasant. His soul was yet unclean – this is the same thing I reckon.

I’m asking him for help to fix a table. What does a table symbolize? It’s the breaking of brad, camaraderie unity, friendship. You have to have a table to sit down like a family or friends. But if the table has been nailed & screwed so many times, it can’t take another hit – that is myself, having been hurt so many times. Being screwed, nailed, nails going into one are tortures. Here I see the top of one screw that is HUGE, with a round top covering it. This is someone hurt me deeply – this man no doubt. And being out in the open, the weather has made it rot. That’s being out in the world, no protection or help – no consolation like a home to go to where one is sheltered.

Therefore this man & I cannot sit down at table, be reconciled, be close or have love. There is no way unless he makes reparation, but he doesn’t. He did not care in real life; he still has not the contrition for what he did.

But in kissing me he seeks union – love – that he wants from me. He is unclean, it’s unpleasant. “He’s all wet” is a negative term, meaning someone isn’t ready – immature, unprepared.

But I can’t figure out who he is & who are the two men who would be disturbed if they saw us kissing? They would be those who love me or protect me – possible Gurus or Guardian Angels, or even souls in Purgatory. Ah, they are carrying a table right in front of us, from left to right.

So the table figures again – why? It’s all about that. This soul is not ready to go forward but he’s trying to get love out of me. Mother God, who is it?

MG: There are so many men who hurt you, where do we start? I’m trying to pick up from the appearance bet that would be an indication of his state of soul, not how he looked on earth. His looks are like his kiss – unpleasant. The worst thing about him is when you show him the table he doesn’t care. He has no empathy, he’s not sorry for the pain he caused you. I need time to think who it could be. The table is the relationship – it was hopeless.

Could this be Nick? Maybe. It would show he’s not ready to ascend into Heaven, he’s doing his Purgatory with you here on earth, suffering with you, but sometimes getting glimpse of Heaven as you do.}*

Earlier I recall my upper yard. Time had passed, not long, but a new season. The terrain now had trees where there were none {Christmas trees, pyramidal!} before but parts of the ground were barren & made a path like a low bridge, you could walk on this bare-earth bridge across from side to side on the hill, as I was doing & enjoying the scenery. Am I barefoot, enjoying the dry sandy soil here? There were bushes & evergreens, but sparse so you get sunshine & light. It’s like a new season brought new vegetation, not like many years had passed, it was just a season. This isn’t logical, but there it is.

MEANING:

*{New season would be time to do something different, new situation, new lifestyle. Like first I was dancing, then ran a business, then got married, then was a widow. All new seasons.

What do the symbols in this season say?

The new path is a ridge, dry, sandy, it appeared by itself – I did nothing. Sand is the sand of time. {Sand on the beach was once huge rocks eons broke it down to sand, the sand running through an hour glass.} Time created this ridge, which is a new path or new way to go.

What do you see? A Christmas tree & other bushes & evergreens, like a lovely garden. The Christmas tree is blessings & gifts. Something has been given you. It could be mental, emotional, physical or spiritual. We shall see as the days progress, I can’t discern it now.

This predicts some kind of happiness, maybe that dream of Jan 27 with Jesus kissing your hand, the bears of suffering approaching you from all angles, maybe that season of suffering will be over.}*

Then the thing about Mickey Hargitay. He suddenly appeared in my premises, a sort of extensive house, where a few people are milling about – it’s more like an office or business than a residence.

He’s suddenly there – just like the image in my Life Story, part 9. He doesn’t know about my praising/promoting him in my book. I want to show him. I tell him about it, that I said he’s “The world’s Greatest Lover,” then I look for the book. There was a stack of them; about 6 in a row on a table/shelf, with one on top the other, all the covers glossy back & white. But they’re gone. I search everywhere. There’s a person here, a man I guess, who more or less supervises the place & I ask him if he knows where they are. He seems to & tells me he put them such a place he thinks – but I don’t recall where, & that’s it. {End}

MEANING:

*{This is a blast from the past – I was 21-22. Baffled. Is this really him or a symbol of someone else Mother God?

MG: This seems to go with ‘new season.’ Time has certainly passed from then to now. But what does it mean? He’s come to you, who is he? Himself or a symbol?

He can’t be the wet kisser for two reasons. One, he never hurt you. Two, he was a good person as far as we could tell; he would not be in Purgatory 18 years.

Is this a message about books?

Why would he appear to you from Heaven? Valentine’s Day?

Let’s put this on hold & think about it.

The book covers being in ‘black & white’ meaning its news like a newspaper {used to be}, & it’s clear, as ‘black & white’ is clear. Your books are clear & honest, they are factual. You did not lie or exaggerate anything, nor diminish it.

You want to prove or show what you said about Mickey to him – but the books are missing. Is there someone who wants to know about him? Another person, not him? This person is thinking about him? A friend, his daughter Mariska, his son Zoltan? Mariska is mentioned in his chapter. Maybe someone told her about your book. Maybe she sees an angle in it for a TV movie on her Dad’s life? This is hard to understand.}* {end}

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Purgatory for Murder

2-13-24 Frightening Dream Re a Murder

Purgatory for Murder

This frightened me so badly, it was so real, I didn’t want to record it – thinking for sure they would get me for murder {lol.}

After I calmed down, realized it was not about me at all, but as happened before, I was in the skin of another experiencing their reality, in this case, a woman was guilty of murder on some level.

There was a preamble but it’s been a day since the dream, I’ve forgotten it.

I was with this woman & there were two men – One, a handsome, strong, broad-bodied man – kind of like my Uncle Henry, athletic, vibrant. Let’s call him ‘Hank.’

He was here, near us – this woman & myself. And a second man, who’s also handsome, younger, thinner, rounder of feature but smaller head & body, somehow reminds me of a criminal, is also near us.

I don’t know why, but this woman decides to KILL Hank, & I seem to be in her skin so I’m as guilty as she, her accomplice.

But it is the criminal who does the actual murder but this doesn’t explain HOW.

We are all together, physically close, in some sort of attic that extends as long as 5 houses. The strangest thing is that HANK agrees to his own murder! He wants to die!

In this attic then the murder is committed & the cover-up begins. The lady & I do not want to be caught – we want to escape arrest & punishment. We’re planning the leave the attic, the scene of the crime, & go far away where no one knows us. They’ll find his body in the attic & look for us but not be able to find us.

Hank is DEAD but yet alive talking to us but after a while he faints & collapses. He’s lying on his back. And a bit later we see just his arm lying on a table, & we ominously say to one another,

“That’s the table we ate on.”

How gruesome.

We now plot how to get out of the attic & make our escape, being sure no one sees us. We head downstairs, but there in the middle of the house our mutual friend Rudy is on the phone, loudly talking. The bathroom is across from us. We think Rudy might pass through this area exiting the house, so we go into the bathroom {my suggestion} & close the door, standing there, she to my right. She’s a whole head taller than I, seems to be wearing pale blue diaphanous clothes.

As Rudy passes this area he stops before the door of the bath & he can see right through the door & wall. But he only looks at the other lady, just gazes in a blank way – doesn’t look at me.

Then he’s gone & the door & wall were but a wheat-colored curtain, like soft thin burlap, & it’s been moved aside. I say to her,

“Who moved the curtain?” {end}

MEANING:

*{The end tells the meaning. I had two good friends, both of whom died, one Rudy, who spent only 18 days in Purgatory & about the same time a lady who I shall call Betty Ann, also died, & she’s still in Purgatory. She knew Rudy also & had utter contempt for him & spoke against him many times, but I was of a different opinion. I knew Rudy had a good heart, & one time when he had no place to live, I allowed him to stay I my house for over a year – he paid a small rent & got so much done for me, it was more than anyone had ever done to help me with my house needs & landscaping. It was he personally who did it, even though he was disabled, & he got his friends to do the rest for reasonable fees. In the last years of his life he couldn’t drive & no one visited him at the senior citizens housing but me. I took him to dinner about once every 2-3 weeks. {All those ‘friends’ he’d had were like Face Book friends – they all vanished when he could no longer drive & thereby be a ‘go-fer’ for them & kibbitz at their regular coffee shop.}

Betty Ann was a contemptuous person & besides Rudy she also hated blacks – for no reason except prejudice, & often spoke against them. That may be ‘beside the point’ or maybe not – it shows her lack of empathy, which this dream also reveals.

A couple months ago I reconciled Betty Ann with Rudy, saw it in a dream. I had to help her move her hand to shake his, but it was done.

Now Betty Ann’s husband got caner. She had to go with him to numerous appointments as the disease progressed & not knowing the whole picture, I was kind of mad that she was being used this way & felt it would exhaust her & maybe affect her health. I guess it was after he died my inner voice said,

“She worked him to death.”

I was not able to see it that way, as I only knew her & him very little. She was helpful & supportive of me although I noticed the flaw of greed & materialism. And also that he worked various jobs even while he had the cancer, in order to pay for his insurance. I felt it was a lot to ask for a sick person, but what did I know? How could they pay for the insurance, then? I suppose out of her salary, which would have made them poor – but it could be done.

This dream supports the statement that ‘she worked him to death.’ And for what?

After he died, only then did she & I go out together a few times, to dinner. She had the time but she was also diagnosed with fatal cancer! Woe to Betty Jane! But it would not hit her for a long time – a year or two until she was grounded.

It was then she told me about her jewelry – he’d bought her expensive jewelry with real diamonds & emeralds. {My own opinion is these are a waste of money.} And she had more nice THINGS in her house than anyone I’d ever known! {No U-haul behind the hearse when she died.}

OK she died. Now I’m seeing in this dream, inside her skin, why she’s so long in Purgatory. Rudy ‘sees through’ the wall where we are. The ‘rest room’ represents Purgatory. He’s looking at her. At the end, he MOVES THE VEIL between himself & her. And he reveals to me indeed, she worked her husband to death. He’s not looking at me because I’m not there!

The other man – the criminal, must be Satan.

And that might very well be the principle sin of why she’s so long in Purgatory {not as long as some, but for a person who seemed decent otherwise it could be called long. It’s 2 years 3 months so far, average person – like Elvis Presley – is 5 years.}

Why did she work him ‘to death?’

For THINGS, those unnecessary, ridiculous things of the world – gadgets, nice things, a life bordering on luxury which he killed himself for. And suicide? He agreed to her terms, he wanted to please her.

And the arm on the table? She often said to me, that he said,

“What does this person bring to the table?”

He brought his arm – the arm of his strength & labor. And it was sacrificed as he was. Gruesome. {end}

2-14-24 Asian in the Sacred Room

I was in some sort of building, have forgotten all else but this. As I meander down the stairs of this huge building I go toward a room to the left which has no door.

I see only part of it, imagine the rest & the man sitting at this desk. What I see is two exquisite armed chairs with many planks up & down the back of them. They aren’t tall, kind of low like the back to one’s shoulders, a dark blonde or light brown color, highly polished. And in front of the I don’t really see but know there’ s a beautiful desk, & behind that desk is an Asian man who’s so special I don’t dare walk in there to see him. This is his office, but he’s private & Sacred. I back up & go my way back to find my way wherever I was going.

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Success after Failure–Helping Souls

Success After Failure

*{This concerns one day I DID NOT SAY THE HOLY MASS & ALTHOUGH I PRAYED DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH GRACE TO HELP SOULS!

But the next day I said the Holy Mass & you see me WITH GREAT SUCCESS helping families in Purgatory!}*

1-26-24

The first dream was miserable, but good followed later.

I had to PERFORM but did not have the necessary equipment. The MUSIC was wrong & I could not get the right music to play. I told my assistant {a male to my right},

“To get the right music {it’s like a Juke Box} you have to put in $7. He showed me some silver change & put it in to play.

{LOOK AT THE PRICE: $7 for the right music/Grace vs these silver coins. I did not hav a large amount of Grace here to help Souls – the assistant must be my Guardian Angel who shows me what we have available.}

My hair was in an up do, something I usually don’t wear. But where were my wigs? That was not the worst part. I had no right costume or dress, had some sort of bikini & on top of it a pullover flat, square robe of sorts – not beautiful or flattering.

{CLOTHES are like ROBES or MANTLES OF GRACE. I did not have enough or the right GRACE to perform/help Souls.}

Then the shoes: I was barefoot but needed shoes. I see 2 pairs here. One’s blue with high heels – we always wear high heels, & they’re pretty. But I sense they might not fit me & I will suffer after a short time dancing. It’s safer to put on the white pair, although they are not as high, only 2” high, which isn’t glamorous, but I know they fit & will be comfortable to dance.

{SHOES: High heels denotes ‘high Cross’ or greater suffering, being blue underscores pain. But I chose the white shoes – good INTENTIONS – heels only 2” – the other was 4” – but less suffering! I knew I’d be COMFORTABLE! Discomfort is pain, I was not willing to take that on! So, LESS MERIT, LESS GRACE! More help comes from God when we SACRIFICE!}

Having no choice but to get on stage, I do so. There’s only a few people waiting – all men. But when they see me, one leaves, then another. There’s only maybe 5 people there. I do my best, the music is awful.

For the finale I do a great stunt. I light up into the air & stand on my head for about 2 minutes! This is a great feat.

But as I exit, no one applauds. I have failed, & I’m sad because I know it was for Souls in Purgatory.

{I FAILED to help Souls because I was tired. I could have said the Mass anyway, but I didn’t, so I failed to help them.}

Time passes. I then dream again.

I have gone out & bought myself the most chic, expensive black pants suit, made of a material satin-like but not as shiny. This is so stylish you could go anywhere or do anything in it. I sort of breeze in, proud of myself for being suddenly conservative instead of the usual colorful flamboyant self {which sis didn’t like.}

{FLAMBOYANT ME: Is the egotistical, braggadocios me, which I am wont to display in public. One of my other personalities – the sister – doesn’t like this.}

My sis had been maybe observing me & disapproving my past. She’s in an all-black suit also. My Mom, a huge woman {tall & stocky—over 6’!} is to my right in this doorway we’re standing, & she’s wearing a black smock, not stylish, a dull material, not fitted, her body is like a huge sack – it seems black is appropriate for this occasion.

*{MY MOM: Is my God Self. She’s huge because she’s a ‘Big Shot’ in Heaven. Notice she doesn’t go into the restaurant with us {Holy Mass} because she doesn’t receive the Eucharist – she’s already perfectly One with God, does not require more Grace. The Soul is PERFECT. It is the human self – the body as well as the INTERFACE or VEIL between us & our God Self, which receives Grace. It’s also the part which gets soiled, tainted, darkened, & must be CLEANSED by Grace before we can see/become God.

We 3 are in black because this means FUNERAL or re Souls in Purgatory.}*

My sis & I then go into a restaurant, & it’s exclusive, the Waldorf Astoria. In real life I know only one restaurant there – long ago used to go to the ‘Bull & Bear.” It was not unusual or classy, nice but ordinary.

But this dream-restaurant is one of the top in NYC. It’s exclusive.

The waitress brings my sis bread & butter. She then gives me butter but no plate or butter knife to put on bread. I say to her,

“Don’t I get a butter knife & plate?”

She seems kind of put off by my request – don’t know why.

She’s a short lady with brown hair, & is wearing vaguely a blue blouse with white dots or specks & seems like she’s trying hard to get things done, maybe she’s frustrated & I’m asking her for something when she’s busy?

*{ME: Now I’m stuck. This could not be a Guardian Angel as they could not fail in any way nor could they have negative feelings like frustration. But could a Soul in Purgatory be waiting on us? Help, Mother God.

MG: It IS a soul in Purgatory, a hint besides all else is the blue top with white specks. She’s in sorrow but has hope – bits of white light on her blouse. She’s helping your 2 personalities to help Souls. Means she’s praying for you, perhaps to improve your behavior – specifically you might say she’s encouraging you to say the Mass.

“Butter” in this case represents comfort, as in ‘which side my bread is buttered on.’ This says you’ve been selfish – as you were yesterday & didn’t say Mass. And you’re complaining re your own comfort, & this frustrates the poor soul! The pragmatic part of you – sis- reasoned it out that it would be of benefit to your own self to say the Mass, as well as for them, but another part of you is greedy & wants more for yourself. So the poor soul is burdened by this – you see her bending forward, as if by a heavy load.}*

I look at the menu. It has so much on it I have no idea what to order.

Then I look around the room to my left. We’re sitting against the wall to the right.

And there is another section to this room behind a divider that’s about 4’tall – & that’s all there is, & I say to sis,

{BEHIND A DIVIDER: This says it well. They are on THE OTHER SIDE which means after death, the next dimension.}

“This place is TINY!”

She tells me it’s not the size of the restaurant that matters here, it’s the standard – this is the highest class there is.

I’d say the place seats only 15 people at the most. And all diners are women with children.

One group of these women is exiting & they pass us. It’s maybe 3 women & at least 2 kids, a family. I see a big woman is wearing a sort of fuzzy green smock, she’s behind the children ushering them out.

*{ME: Mother God, you take over from here. If they are exiting, what are they exiting? Are they leaving Purgatory or leaving one lower state there to a higher one? And how many are actually helped, everyone there, or this one family? Why is this one big woman dressed in fuzzy green? Is she in Purgatory with these children or a Mom or other female praying for them?

MG: Wow, these are tough questions. They are probably exiting a lower state to a better one. The woman in green might be saying she’s alive, praying for these kids who died. Whe we pay for Souls, in a sense, we can descend to their state – we reach them if our prayers are strong. Is it all of them helped or one family?

The one family for sure, the others might have received Grace also but maybe not enough yet to move much higher up – but it seems the children of this woman go higher. She was praying for them, a Soul in Purgatory was praying you say the Mass, & Souls were helped.

These 2 dreams illustrate what happens when you don’t say the Holy Mass & how great it is when you do say it.}* {end}

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Soul in Purgatory & Rasa Diary

Unknown Saint Heals Tubby 1-23-24

Amazingly, that Saint is still in Purgatory!

My cat ‘Blackie’ was healed of a respiratory illness on the 15^th of Jan by ‘St. Martini’ – Rev. Marin Luther King Jr. – his feast day. When I asked him to heal her I heard him say he would.

Then my beautiful Persian ‘Tubby just yesterday, the 22^nd I realized was sick also – probably got it from Blackie. She did not have her symptoms but her behavior had changed. She was sleeping abnormally & not annoying me all the time, had slowed down to a crawl, was sitting on the cellar stairs for hours, seemed lost & forlorn – I knew she was sick. Once in a while a tiny cough & her meow when she wanted to summon me was a whimper I could hardly hear. I asked St. Martini for her healing – he wouldn’t answer.

So I called out to other Saints, saying anyone out there who loves cats? Surely she has done nothing to be ill. Please don’t hold my faults & sins against healing her {I repeated this again & again as it could be an obstacle} – please help poor little Tubby!

Had this dream of great meaning:

I am summoned to the mansion of a great personage. There was a prelude up to this but it’s faded away.

This is some kind of business – I don’t know what. I arrive at the place & there is a female receptionist standing there near the door, welcoming people as if to a place like a museum. She attractive, long blonde hair parted in the middle, thin. She stands to the right of the door & after I walk in, the lady who owns the house appears & the receptionist is not spoken of – which I feel is not respectful as she’s doing her duty. But somehow we are making a documentary/movie of this event & it seemed alright she was passed over. She was not insulted, a gracious person.

{RECEPTIONIST: This is the Guardian Angel of the great person who invited me. This will be a first. A Soul in Purgatory, a Saint-to-be, not yet in Heaven, answering my prayer! Those in Heaven are bereft of their Guardian Angels – they have no need of them unless it’s some very special occasion, like the lady who died in childbirth. Her Guardian Angel was holding the baby in Heaven, the mother died & ran like crazy toward the baby which the Angel handed to her!}

The lady owner takes me up lacquered wooden stairs, ornate. {Later when we return by these stairs I’m surprised the last few steps – maybe 6 – there are no steps, on has to put their feet on the wood squares with frames – the frames stick out. For a few feet one must be agile & athletic to climb up to start on the stairs & then one can just jump the few feet down – again – it’s asking a lot from a visitor, but I can do it easily.}

*{This WOODEN STAIRCASE underscores that this is NOT Heaven but Purgatory, because WOOD is the Cross! And amazingly, this great lady has a MANSION in Purgatory which indicates she is a GREAT SAINT but must have also committed great sins – like King David – & all must be atoned for! This is to be understood – some people are not great saints but they commit few sins, their Purgatory is not long. But some great saints did commit great sins & their Purgatory could be longer, but when they ascend, they will be in a higher place than the one who was not great.

The TRICKY beginning up the stairs & back again tells me that Purgatory is not a place anyone can access easily! There are untold trillions of Souls there, it’s like getting an address in Infinity – try writing to someone housed in Infinity without having an exact address!}*

She tells me all about herself & her activities. She’s middle aged, her hair is medium brown with is it gray streaks? – Pulled back in two large sausages behind her head. She’s slow & thoughtful as she speaks.

{This woman’s appearance also belies her state in Purgatory. If in Heaven she would be YOUNG & BEAUTIFUL. She’s not there yet, still being cleansed, & gray streaks are worry or suffering.}

As we walk down the hall my attention is brought to paintings but I can’t recall what they’re of. The last frame before the end of this hall is a super elaborate brown wooden frame, & within it a thin mirror, only about 4-5” across, but also with a super-elaborate darkish wooden frame. I’m amazed it’s like this but excuse it with the thought,

“It’s all decoration. This is a design.”

{These pictures on the wall & then the mirror on the end, all with elaborate wooden frames, seem to say these are the things of the world this Saint is still attached to. They are fake, ordinary compared to the things of God – like designs or decorations. They could be accomplishments or status, the way the aristocrats have painting of their ancestors on the walls which is supposed to make them important. Going back 500 years to an ancestor who fought for the King & got lots of land & the people on the land who become de facto slaves – this is a heritage they hold onto. It’s all the things of the world which this ‘framework’ is saying, it’s an elaborate concept with nothing inside it – like the last picture is ‘Who am I?’ I am not BIG in reality because I was big in the world – look how narrow the mirror is – my reflection or image is actually small, it’s mere chimera, design or ornamentation. But when one holds onto these things, one stays in Purgatory.}

Was this the prelude?

I’m with someone pointing out to them my land, it’s features. It’s like we’re sailing high above the street – maybe 20’ or so – & we pass by this one lovely field just like the field at the end of our farm {right up against the woods}, near Freehold. At this point I say to my companion,

“This is my PORTAL.”

We pass another wooded area, then the place where my pond is. At first I see only the dry area before my pond & wonder if it’s still there, but then I see water & exclaim,

“And there is my pond.”

{This being the prelude, what would I need my PORTAL for? It’s the Portal to Purgatory, another key to what this is!…..Why this field is portrayed as my portal here? I’ve seen other areas – apartments, dwellings, roads, as my portal. It seems then that the portal can change according to the situation, person or place I must each!}

Back to the mansion:

The lady & I discuss animals. She goes on & on. As I look at her I realize that she made an APPOINTMENT to see me, which this is a PRIVILEGE as she did this out of her important schedule – just to see me.

{This her being ‘of importance’ can be taken two ways. One, indeed, I am grateful that this Soul has brought me into her domain & is answering my prayer! But could it also hearken to the fact that she holds on to her importance on earth?}

Now she speaks about her menagerie of CATS. Not house cats, – large, wild cats. She mentions a word that means ‘entering the enclosure of many wild animals who are under the authority of a person who has raised them, & they are deemed to be tamed & safe, but you have to accept this & not be afraid.”

{There’s the fear, however, that you never know when a wild animal might act up, & then what? They could kill you fast & the owner could not stop it! I recall this happened to a man who came to wrestle a ‘tame’ bear! When they were merely posing for a photo, the bear panicked & attacked & the man was DEAD!}

This reminds me of Cesar Milan, the dog expert, & his great enclosure of dogs, when someone who’s scared of dogs walks in they could be shaking with fear but they have to cam themselves down.

I make a note that I must not be afraid – I believe I mention to her I am a ‘bear lady’ & was once surrounded by 6 wild bears & kept my composure! No, I will NOT BE AFRAID!

She then opens the large wooden gates. I hear wild cats. I expect I will step in, be surrounded by them & face this.

The lady walks in & instead of my going behind the gates, one poor, frightened cat – like a Cheetah, comes out. She’s very much afraid. Now I am given to nurse her, as she needs help – I’m not sure for what.

{ONE FRIGHTENED CAT: This is a symbol of my Tubby. I’ve known her for years now – she’s not mine, a neighbor’s I don’t know which. For years she was afraid & spooked out easily, she’s only gotten relaxed in the last year or so. This shows me her nature or personality.—that it’s about her.}

She’s in front of me, her backside to me. I am given a needle – like a syringe – {isn’t a needle a syringe after all?} which is dark grey with something in it. Now I must administer this needle into her v___ as if its sperm being put in. Don’t know why. I must do this TEN TIMES. At the end I say to my Hostess, is that enough?

I believe it is, like she’s {in my imagination} supposed to have a certain number of KITTENS! – Strange development.

*{This might name the SOURCE of Tubby’s fear. Her being FIXED has deprived her of the instinct of doing sex with the male cats & also of having babies. Somehow, her instincts are not being fulfilled. Could be like a human who’s been deprived of their sex drive & now they have no intimacy or feeling of LOVE from the opposite sex – they are deprived & for some reason, to Tubby, this translates into FEAR.

I am being given the remedy by an Angel I presume, to get her impregnated PSYCHOLOGICALLY or SPIRITUALLY. In other words, HEAL THE WOUND of being deprived of such. Her wound is deeper than a cold or respiratory illness; we are getting to something at the core of her unhappiness.}*

The Lady & I then both descend down the stairs.…………..

{This is leaving a certain part of the premises of this lady in Purgatory, the place where she has the business of the cats. Why did she answer my prayer? I’ve been asking the Souls in Purgatory, during each Mass to pray for/help us on earth. She answered the prayer, but why, I can’t figure out.}

I then get up after my sleep & TUBBY IS WELL! Her same ole’ behavior, including annoying me, & I am so happy, I don’t care. The kitty plates have dry food, cut up chicken pieces, another plate with fish, fresh water & fresh milk – & she is still meowing for something – that’s what I mean by annoying. But go on, Tubby, annoy me, just don’t be sick! {end}

Second Dream:

I see my husband Nick who died of a drug/induced heart attack.

In this dream we’re all encouraged to throw away our trash on a certain day – it’s like a day of amnesty or something where all our garbage is received, we are not in any way fined for it – bring your garbage this day, everyone!

I take my trash & dump it, many others do the same – the place is crowded. I then realize I can see & meet lots of people as they dump their trash, so I hang about a bit as I want to see some of them.

And there, sitting against a wall on the floor, is Nick. I want to speak to him but he AVOIDS ME or runs away if I approach when people are around him. Right now there is a female with a little head – she’s black – hovering over him. Not a good time.

His hair is braided in ‘cornrows’ just like that little black girl’s {refers to soul, not race}. And at intervals there are tufts/knots of the braids sticking on his head. He looks forlorn – empty.

*{HAIR IN CORNROWS: This is TWISTED THOUGHTS coming to knots or blocks, he can’t get anywhere with his mind. His female partner is the same, – he listening to her. Hair represents thoughts as they are coming out of your head. I pointed out in one article on my site how during the time he didn’t speak to me for 9 months, every picture taken of him he looked forlorn & empty notwithstanding he was also on drugs – they didn’t help.

Sitting ‘against the wall’ is helplessness, & on the floor is poverty, or being ‘without’ what one needs In this case, it’s a Mother’s love – mine.}*

I see him twice, the moment is not right.

Finally I see him alone. I go up to him & say,

“Unless you do something {meaning to change your life} you are GOING TO DIE. I can see it on your face.”

The next time I look for him – he’s not there. {end}

MEANING:

{*the Amnesty to throw away your trash is get rid of what you don’t need or what is garbage to your life. God is giving everyone a call to do this – get rid of negative things now &with no impunity. It’s our chance now, not in eternity, to cleanse ourselves, be rid of garbage, which includes addictions.

You got rid of your addiction to Nick – you made yourself get over him. But he did not divest himself of his addiction to drugs or to you – this is why he was FORLORN-EMPTY—Your love was the love that he needed, but he could not get it when you told him ‘This way or the highway – no leaving the enabler, no rehab, no me. So it was the end for him.

This says the main reason was that drug partner/enabler with him, seen as the back girl with the little head. She was influencing him; you could not get to get him away from her & the drugs.

When you finally got to speak to him – your last conversation – you knew it was the end. Unless he did as you bid him to there was no hope – you knew he didn’t have the ability to do what he had to do – it was over.}*

RASA DIARY 1-21-24 Jesus predicted this in a dream – Hardships explained after herbal discussion

I’m now adding the BANANA SKIN to my coffee/tea daily. I eat 1 banana each day, this herb lady said both the banana & the peel is GOOD for you – one of the ingredients it’s strong in is MAGNESIUM. Something else in it I forgot. So each day after eating my banana I get the benefit of the peel, lol. ALL DAY I drink my herbs I collected off my lawn/fields – it is YELLOW DOCK. This might be the secret why my blood pressure went down – it’s still way down, every other day I take NO MEDS for it at all. When I do take them, usually LESS than before. The Yellow Dock seeds I was taking in pill form – not any more. There are MILLIONS growing wild all over.

I also learned about WILD SPINACH, also called ‘Lamb’s Quarter’ from this same lady. When I got wind of it was late in the season, it had all gone to seed. But anyway I collected the seeds with semi-dry leaves, fixed them for freezer storage. My freezer is filled with herbs off the 3 acre lawn of mine: Dandelion, Plantain {cleans blood} – Burdock leaves – & the Wild Spinach. I can never run out of greens all winter even if I get snowed in as my freezer is full of them! And they are more healthy then greens from the store – they’ve done tests.

I recall the Wild Spinach from the farm near Freehold. It’s EVERYWHERE. Have TONS of it here. Never knew it was good, just a common weed. After she portrayed it & I tasted it – delicious! Can’t wait to collect it in the Spring when it’s fresh, green & tastiest. She was SNEAKY & at first, did not NAME it so I could not look it up just showed it growing – I prayed & then saw another herbal video where a man showed it & NAMED IT – the I could look it up & saw more pics, could identify it. And then this sneaky lady, the second time she showed it, she MISNAMED it Wild Lettuce {totally different but also good} & I’m not sure if it was an honest mistake or if she meant to mislead us, so we’d have to buy her book! She said during the depression people collected bathtubs full of this weeks {wild spinach} for their food!

I have had a setback with my health/well being. Both arms have got sprained – the left one excruciating pangs of pain at certain times when I hit certain angles, the right one hurts much less, nothing serious, bearable. If I’m careful I can use the left arm OK as long as I don’t hit that bad angle. This has been going on ALL MONTH. I thought it was from lying on my side so now I lie only on my back {it was incredibly hard to train myself} & great benefits have come from this. For one thing, my deviated septum, for years I have had to hold my nose open as lying on my side the nose contracts & hard to breath – both my thumbs got dislocated from years of this, & pain in both thumbs during the day which I thought was arthritis but it’s not arthritis but the nose-holding. So the thumb pain has stopped. Sleeping on the back might also straighten my back out over time as I have that old-age slump, but lying on my back with a sweater under the ‘bump’ just might make it better over time.

I forgot to say why my arms got sprained. I finally realized it was NOT lying on my side but rather carrying those HEAVY BAGS weekly mostly with ANIMAL FOOD, from the car to the house – many bags weigh 30 lbs each, carry 1 in each hand. This PULLED the muscles. I was warned about this but didn’t know what else to do. Now I know. Separate the items into smaller bags so no bad is over 10 lbs, should be alright. Also don’t let the bags drag down, hold them up as in a bicep curl – that will not pull on the muscles. Live & learn.

And then, the icing on the cake: The CAR TRUNK WON’T OPEN by any clicker & all my animal food is in it – & THERE IS NO KEY HOLE – I swear. Everyone searched for the key hole – there is none.

New Guru Erik told me to ask some teenage boys, who stood behind me in the checkout at the $ store – to help. They protested they knew nothing about cars, but my inner voice insisted they could help. We tried, they stood there unknowing. But then one of them asked me the make & model of the car, looked on the ‘vin’ in front – looked it up on the internet & vallah – there is a way to do it from the back seat. You open the ‘armrest’ & behind it there is an opening, you put your hand in & find a lever, pull it up, & the trunk pops open! Wow, that was a mental burden on my mind for days!

More car shyt!

Car door would not close! Neither one, driver side or passenger side. My new Guru Erik from Sweden {mental reading} told me ‘use your key’ & I did & then I could get it closed!

Then suddenly my oven, I could not get it lit! Erik stepped in again & told me to make sure I hold the clicker down a few seconds – which I then did & it worked. He also showed me why I could not get the broiler to work – as it was on the TOP not the bottom as on most ovens! So I would hold the broiler button & thought nothing was happening – but it was – only it was on top where I did not see it! And now, after 5 years with this oven, I can broil stuff! Which helps a lot as sometimes you don’t want to use the entire oven, just something quicker, the flame closer to the food – I am roasting apples to eat with dinners – like 1 to 2 apples daily – I don’t like eating raw apples for some reason {I should but I don’t.}

A serious problem was my cat got sick {she’s actually owned by my neighbor, like the other cats here – I am simply the recipient of neighbor cats who like being here more than their own home!} & I have no vet & was also snowed in even if I had! She had a nasty cough & was vomiting green flem. This for 2 days. I prayed to St. Martin Luther King Jr on his Feast Day to heal her – HE DID! From that day, no cough or flem, perfectly well.

It sounds like a small problem, but when you love your animals, their illness is your heartache.

Mental heartache:

This started after Lisa Lyon ascended Dec 1 past year.

Lisa’s Guardian Angel told me,

“They wrote you out of female body building.”

Since that time, I’ve been plagued with anguish & what to do about this being written out. I know its Arnold, as he controls, still, much to do with this field. People obey him. In particular, they wrote the history of female body building on Wikipedia & at his command & left me out. They did it on purpose because they also spelled Dan Lurie’s name wrong. I went in & corrected it, & days later, to mock me, they removed his name from the history completely! {They know it’s me who corrected it because anyone can check into the corrections & see who did it – & my presence gives my real name! Their presence gives fake ones! – So they knew I was there, they knew I knew what they were doing & wanted to mock me!}

I don’t have the energy yet to write out & explain all my troubled brain went through, just to say tis: At the end, God told me {& I will obey God}

“Do not seek recognition or worry about it. You wrote your history on your Kellie website & elsewhere, you can put it into your Wikipedia – do nothing more. To hanker after recognition is the ‘glory’ of this world – which Satan tempted Jesus with,

“I will give you all the kingdoms of the world & their glory, if you will bow down & worship me.”

You obeyed God in doing what you did – all your great activities, & they bore fruit. The fruit helped humanity, that’s all that counts. Your glory will be in Heaven, some of it on earth before you die – do not worry about it!”

This anguish went back & forth a hundred times in my head & along with other sufferings, wore me out. It got to a point where I could no longer work or do anything creative. I ignored my dreams, even the Purgatory ones, as I had not the strength to write them out & analyze them. This has been going on for weeks.

I came to the conclusion that right now, I cannot work. But my WORK IS SUFFERING. By suffering I gain MERIT & GRACE. This goes to help Souls.

Yes I thought I had to write, & write, & write. Or else contact people about God. But sometimes, the suffering is the work! This gave me peace. I suffer, Souls get helped! Just like what Jesus did! Consider it. Jesus suffered, He saved us. It wasn’t his writing. He never even had a Church until well after his death. He did good, & He suffered. We do good & we suffer, also to save souls.

And the need for recognition, I must put that torturous desire to rest. It is of the devil – his gospel. And people like A___ are of the world, they follow the world & its teachings. I must NOT lower myself to that level, it is SIN.

“You must follow the Lord thy God & him {her} alone must thou serve!”

College of God & Love, Core Tenets

Suffering 4 Souls & I Visit James Brown in Heaven

1-12-24 My Suffering for Souls

—See James Brown in Heaven

Two days ago maybe the 10^th saw James B in Heaven but was too tired to type it. It wasn’t like I expected, quite an ordinary vision. I came near him in celebration & kissed him on the cheek several times, joyfully. He was also joyful, smiling & laughing sort of.

His head was like a pumpkin & the texture of his skin was maybe like the pulp of a pumpkin but there’s a grayness to the light orange color.

MEANING:

*{ME: Help Mother God.

MG: You were disappointed that there wasn’t more of a celebration when he Ascended, so this makes up for it. The pumpkin is like ‘Thanksgiving,’ he’s showing you his gratitude. And you exchange joy, this is the party & he participates, not like last time, when he said he couldn’t.

The dream of yesterday was torturous.

I’m shown a man – looks like Rock Hudson – on a slab of sorts lying there, sitting up partially, suffering so badly I ask,

“Is he dying?”

But then I realize he died long ago.

After viewing him another man is shown again they are all on sort of ‘slabs’ – & he is suffering badly.

Then another man & this is horrible. His nose has grown into what looks like an animal’s leg & hoof, similar to a deer. The deerskin is several colors, a sort of orange rust one piece, then an off-black, then a yellowy then a black hoof & this is the end of his nose, & he has to LIVE like this with this nose.

I am horrified, how could he live this way?

There are 5-6 more cases all on slabs, all men, suffering horribly.

MEANING:

About a week ago Our Lord appeared to you & showed you the bears surrounding you from all angles & he kissed your hand. This was to show you not to be afraid but there would be a series of sufferings coming to you from all angles – but it was from his Grace. You knew it was for Souls.

One of the sufferings was that when you lay down at night your shoulders & upper arms hurt so badly you can only lie on your back – which you’ve not done in years – you hate it. Something happened to both your arms from lying on your sides – muscles pulled or something. This has been really hard & the pain in the arms has also assaulted you from time to time pretty bad even though you’re on your back.

Other things have happened – lots of them – to give you stress & exhaustion but we’ll skip all that & just talk about this.

Our Lord wants to show you this series of Souls in Purgatory, suffering terribly, whose sufferings you are alleviating by yours. Yours is not as terrible, nevertheless, you’re helping them, so it’s all worth it.

Rock Hudson coud be a gay man dying of AIDS.

The man with the deer hoof becoming his nose could be he’s paying for torturing an animal, maybe a hoofed one like this. Could be a cow, sheep or goat he tended on a farm.

A notable symbol is ‘on one’s back.’ Like like you’re helpless to change your position, the Poor Souls are totally helpless where they are, their prayers for themselves bring no benefit, so here, is a good comparison with both your states.

Last night’s dream

Went like this: I’m on a road that no one expected would become muddy but as I drive it does. It’s so bad that the car after me gets into mud & sinks at least 6” & can’t move. – Completely stuck. But what I did was I ascended with my vehicle into the air & got to my destination – a building in front of me, & I’m explaining this to someone. They are amazed that I could fly my vehicle.

{Pretty sure this is the portal or ‘vehicle I use to get me to Purgatory. Someone else wanted to but they could not rise up out of the earthly attachments, seen as getting stuck in the mud.}

Another dream was they were serving food in this cafeteria but I wasn’t hungry, when I got hungry there was scarce food left & all the dishes were dirty. I washed a dish in a nearby sink & went for food. Few items were left. My favorite were chunks of persimmons, which are red sort of berries with red juice all around them – these presented in rolls without their skin somehow glued together. I grabbed as many as I could & wolfed them down before having to move up in the line. I was satisfied with the few items left, no breaded chicken. I thought how many type foods does one need to fill themselves up?

*{Pretty sure about the recent sufferings, a dozen hurtful, & troublesome things which were predicted to me. But I told Our Lord,

“I welcome these sufferings, just help me endure them. I’m not complaining, not sorry for them at all, I welcome them, I’m happy abut them.”

Persimmons look like blood, they are deep red. So that is saying I’m enjoying the sufferings, glad to bear them, as they are FOR SOULS.}*

College of God & Love, Core Tenets

HELP MOM & INFANT-PREVENT MAN’S SUICIDE

Two dreams – First I prevent a man’s suicide & yesterday help a Mom & infant in

Purgatory at her daughter’s request

above, Klimt “The Kiss”

1-4-24 Party & Suicidal Man

There’s a party of males & females. I see one handsome male – he has a pretty female friend but soon he’s at a table with 3 of them, one has short blonde hair in front, almost frizzy, but very attractive. I was jealous at first but when I saw him with 3 I figured they were all just friends, nothing to be jealous for.

I interview 2 young females. They were partying, meaning taking drugs. They said they’re going home & party some more. More drugs I ask? What about your future, & eternal life?

They said it didn’t concern them. They’re both wearing blue, reminds me of that Cézanne image of a man grieving, all blue & grey. One is sitting on a bench to my left, the other rolling on the floor on her back. I see them as lost souls.

At one point I go to the back wall where there’s a counter. To the left people are doing regular things but on the right, all alone, not communicating, like in a corner with himself facing the wall, bent toward it, sits a thin, lonely male, almost crying, who tells me he’s thinking of suicide.

He’s wearing a white top with vertical off-white strings going from his pants up to his shoulders, not sure if these strings go around & over his front.

I touch his back to comfort him & tell him not to feel this way. Then I get busy & go away to the party.

Before leaving I go back to him to see how he is & he’s the same. I comfort him some more.

Then I’m at another counter & my favorite young male is there to the left. But the new handsome male I mentioned comes over, & gives me a kiss that won’t quit. It’s so long – on the lips,- that I have to take another breathe & wondering why is he kissing me so long. He looks at my main guy – is he trying to make him jealous or impress him that he’s not the only young male that loves me? {end}

MEANING:

*{ME: I have the feeling this new young male is someone I’ve been watching on You tube! And channeling him, surprised how much he likes me & supports me. It’s like we met ‘somewhere in time’ & have an affinity. He’s defensive of me when I speak of those who hurt me, he said something like he’ll deal with them. I was taken aback – have never had a soul speak to me this way while channeling.

And yesterday for the first time I saw him with a good-looking female during his pioneer cabin work – like they were partners, & felt a slight jealousy. Then I see him with 3 females at a table, & the blonde with frizzy bangs sounds like me. And so, this is putting me on an equal footing with the female in his video plus someone else – like saying,

“Hey he likes this girl & someone else but he likes you just as much!”

At the counter when he comes to me & gives me the prolonged kiss is when I was channeling & he surprised me with his warmth. Kissing like that frequently means’ conversing’ as we use our lips, mouth, tongue to converse. And he did surprise me.

Then the ‘main man’ is my spiritual husband Nick. Some consideration, is he jealous as I admire this new guy so much? Souls on the ‘other side’ do get jealous. St. Charbel said he’d leave me if I took up with this young male on earth – so I didn’t. And the saying is ‘God is a jealous God.’

Now who are the loser girls? And who is wanting to commit suicide?

That definitely puts this cast of characters on this side, not in Purgatory. And it seems the person I’m comforting is brokenhearted over an affair gone bad since I see ‘strings.’ The saying being ‘no strings attached – I’m free.’ He has strings is he has a relationship.

So the dream is saying I comforted this soul & relieved his pain so he wouldn’t commit suicide.

I don’t know who the lost girls are, but they’re on earth also & I can’t help them.} {end}*

a girl who needs my help to nourish her Mom & infant sibling in Purgatory

1-3-24 Girl with Veil

Dream is totally different. I see a little girl, maybe 7 years old. She’s wearing a wedding dress with veil, white. Her head has a headdress of small pale pink flowers & from this circle hangs her simple veil. Her dress, from the waist down also has a veil that hands in the back & trails a few inches behind the bottom of the dress in curves, with the edge having the same type florets as her head.

She walks sadly & slowly before us. To her left is a door, closed, the room here is extending outwardly maybe 6-7’ into this mall where we are {like the bow of a ship but not pointed, the front is flat but curved for maybe 8’ or so. The girl describes her Mom, who’s in there & apparently she’s been inside. She tells us,

“Ma is in there with her new baby. All she has is a potato &’….she describes some vegetables & meager food, like one each of this & that say an onion, a carrot.

She says Mom has 2 rooms there & in the room behind the first is a can of oil – not edible – something like Motor Oil.

Have no idea what this is about.

MEANING:

*{ME: Wow, Mother God, do I need help on this.

MG: It sounds like this child’s Mom died from a car accident. She cannot help her because she cannot GET IN the door – Mom’s domain in Purgatory is closed to her – she is not yet able to receive the Eucharist. She walks sadly explaining the case. She’s telling you her poor Mom needs spiritual nourishment.

The ‘wedding outfit’ could also mean this child is in Heaven. When we ascend we are ‘the brides of Christ.’

Could it be she was in the same car that took the lives of Mom & infant, but she Ascended? Even so, the Souls in Heaven cannot directly minister to Purgatory {except in unusual cases} & they need a portal such as yourself to get there.

The veil behind her ‘dragging’ is she can’t do anything for her Mom & the infant – like a person ‘dragging their heels’. Why her veil dragging, not feet or another item? Because the veil represents UNION WITH GOD & she can’t help the persons on that score, needs help.

Now you know where today’s Masses will go.} {End}*

College of God & Love, Core Tenets

God Tests Me-I Pass-Souls Assisted

A test from God which I pass & it helps Souls

12-30-23 Murder & Media

I’m outside somewhere walking through quiet daytime streets, lots of trees around in this suburb, when I realize I’m in a bad neighborhood. It’s ‘bad’ somehow I know because it’s DESERTED. I’m trying to get somewhere. Then I go to cross this street & a black man {spirit not race} in a car that looks like an Alfa Romeo from the back – beige – is there, & I jog behind his car up the left side street – he’s headed toward the main street right there to the right. When he sees me he says,

“Gotcha,”

the feeling being I’m his next victim.

When I do get to town I find there’s a murderer about who’s killed several people in the neighborhood. The police know who he is & are watching him to get something to arrest him on.

I go through the streets heading to my destiny with some care. One I see no people – only horseshit in the middle of the road. Another is lined with hippopotamus laying about all over the street like they’re immersed in the dust & dirty – no water! – they are one of the most dangerous animals, so I light up into the air at least 20’ – after a couple minutes, go way up to 60’ & land up on a rooftop to observe.

Whenever I go through streets like these I think ‘where did I go wrong?’ As they are dangerous with demonic people lurking although so far – no people.

I stop at a stand of some sort & a person tells me,

“You were on the news re your prayer group.”

I’m startled & figure its a few seconds of me praying.

I see a vision of my apt which I turned into a chapel, with an altar. It has pews. It’s small like it would be in a house. It seems to be decorated mostly in silver & blue, vertical designs, but very much like a real Church.

The thing is right now, with this murderer about; people are rallying together for support. And prayer comes in handy, that’s why they featured me I suppose.

Next I am here at my house & it’s ‘standing room only.’ I’m behind a group of large black men, dressed mostly in suits & jackets, some heavy. The place is packed so tightly there’s no room between the people. One of the big men to my left says,

“What are we all doing here?”

Like he’s confused, & I say,

“It’s because they featured me on the News praying, & everyone came here due to that.”

At first they didn’t listen to me, but after a minute they all quieted down & heard what I said & it appeased their minds.

Then I go to another stand that features media. They have all kinds of printed matter, magazines & newspapers, in stacks on the floor & tables. I see one large newspaper open – it features me. The center image is me in my strip attire, beautiful & glamorous in a sheer light sort of negligee, another corner has a black male model, & a couple other pics. It’s just pics, no print I don’t even see captions. Its good quality print. Because it’s me, I snap up this part of the newspaper & take it with me. I’m quite surprised at all this & delighted. It was not anticipated.

MEANING:

*{I have a general idea, Mother God. It’s the demonic infiltrating me – when he said ‘gotcha’ was the moment I went on the LEFT road & that’s when my mind went bad. I’ll let you describe the meaning as you are the expert.

MG: Indeed. The Lord predicted Dec 28, the bears coming at you from all sides – when you sat in HIS residence with the Golden Leaves – He kissed your hand to signify He is giving you a GRACE – it will NOT be RANDOM when the hardships come. And on the 29th the dream tells you how your pains of lying on your back are equivalent to a million dollar diamond – to help the Souls in Purgatory! Knowing this is a Grace, no coincidence, helps you endure it.

Why is Satan driving an Alfa Romeo? Lol. Because you have NOURISHED or MADE HIM RICH by taking the BAD ROAD.

Several bad things happened IN A ROW – not of themselves huge, but the multiplicity of them got on your nerves. Your cat Tubby for the 20^th time, pissed on a bag of your clothing – no matter how hard you tried to improve her behavior – she keeps going 1 & #2 which you have to clean up, but the #1 is worse – the #2 are dry logs easy to pick up, but the #1 she’s done in bad places where you’ve got to do a lot of work to clean it up. And the other cats did mischief also, we’ll skip that.

Tubby just won’t learn, you’ve spoiled her by, feeding her chicken every day, letting her in & out the door constantly as to her wish – you were invaded by the feeling of HATE at her latest act. When that feeling came over you it was EVIL – as you almost never feel hate for anyone, human or animal, & it took your entire world down. Life became ugly.

Then you went outside to get the dog food out of the car to put for deer & other animals but the trunk won’t open. You remembered one can open a trunk with a key but no matter how hard you tried, you could not find the key hole. This did not help.

You were also groggy & tired as for the last 5 nights, the pain in your arms, having to sleep on your back which you hate – you have not been getting enough sleep, you’re tired, so when bad things happen when one is tired, it can pull them down.

But then you recalled the dreams & Jesus said you would suffer. That changed everything. You repented your hate, you got over it, Satan was defeated, it had been a TEST.

Part II of this concerns you being on the NEWS- MEDIA – you had changed your apt into a chapel & someone says you were on the news praying & all that, & finally, after checking out the news you see the people crowded into your chapel, one asks why are they all there.

This proves this whole thing was a TEST & you PASSED IT, possibly after you lit into the air after seeing hippos & landed on a rooftop. From a higher vantage point spiritually you detected the test & got yourself straight.

People all talking about this murderer on the loose is a DEMON killing souls. The POLICE watching him to apprehend him are ANGELS.

Now you become some sort of a ‘hero’ or ‘celebrity’ in the news because you defeated the demon – you dismissed your lower nature & rose up in charity & were kind & loving to Tubby.

When that was done a huge number of Souls in Purgatory entered your DOMAIN {Chapel} where you prayed or spoke with God.

Some were confused why they were all there but they were being helped. So rejoice. {end}

12-29-23 Million dollar diamond

I’ve been lying on my back the last few days & it’s been difficult & all kinds of pains from lying on my sides – muscles pulled. Both arms hurting terribly on & off all night. Wanting to turn to the sides so badly but can’t do it.

Then I saw in a cloth a huge oval with points diamond – So huge I was told it’s worth a MILLION dollars. I wrapped it in a cloth & put it not sure where, but I owned it.

MEANING:

*{This concerns the VALUE of lying on my back all night because of the pain in my arms, but doesn’t explain what the value consists of. But I imagine for myself the physical benefits – will skip that.

However, the GREATEST VALUE is that Jesus PREDICTED He’d bring some sufferings by his Grace. These pains plus other hardships, will HELP Souls in Purgatory! This says how amazingly valuable this penance is!}* {end}

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