Second Sunday of Lent, March 1st, 2026.
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I’ve been really pondering and thinking on how much our sister martyrs site should post, and I’ve come to a decision! Some bloggers post almost every day, some… Monday- Friday and others, twice a week. I know from experience how annoying it can be to be subscribed and then be bombarded with constant posts, and after much thought, I know that I would much rather post less frequently and when we do post, readers can look forward to it- that’s at least the goal! I want you to look forward to it, God willing. I want to try posting only on Sundays and it can be read at your leisure throughout the week. Since Sunday is Our Lord’s day and it’s centered on Him, I really think that’s the perfect day to give Him the glory on this site!
Our style of blogging is going to vary. I constantly replay Our Lord’s words to Faustina when she was His secretary of “your thoughts are United to My thoughts”, but apply it to Mary. I want to write on whatever topic She desires and one of the greatest lessons I’ve learned over the years is that when it comes to writing, I only want to answer to Her; I don’t desire to be a people pleaser, but a Mary pleaser. I’ve noticed that when even Catholics get caught up in the “fame” of writing topics that are written only because they know it will give them clicks, I don’t ever want to operate that way.
I’ll likely write on topics that will make us lose followers or gain them, but the reason why I don’t want to have a “leash” on is because I want to have the holy freedom to write what needs to be written for Mary. It might not be every Sunday, but we are really going to try and aim for Our Lord’s sabbath, to produce food for the soul in His honor (I can see the Pharisees rolling in their graves, already!). I’ll typically start with announcements, provide a main theme with a table of contents for the post of the day, and occasionally end with news of the week 🗞️ 📰.
Today’s post:
“Yes! What a grace it is to have faith! If I had not had any faith, I would have committed suicide without an instant’s hesitation…”
~Therese of the Child Jesus and of the Holy Face~
Warning ‼️, today’s post is going to cover some heavy topics about death and suicide. A series of providential events led to the writing of this post, and it partly has to do with my Catholic friend Ed who wrote a book he desired me to share with you! He wrote it with the intent of “an audience of one”:
Table of Contents for today’s post:
1.) A startling realization
2.) One of my own brushes with death
3.) “Circumcision of the heart”, and Parables of the Flesh
4.) The Church is paralyzed (mono, ulcer and “dead sleep”)
5.) From Grief to Grace
6.) News of the Week: Iran, Father Kramer and March 3rd’s Blood Moon.
1.) A startling realization
I came to an eerie conclusion recently, and it fits in quite perfectly with this season of Lent: many of the people who have providentially been placed in my life over the years have either had extremely difficult marriages… or had thoughts of suicide, or committed suicide. Suicide and difficult marriages? At first glance they don’t seem to have a connection, but I think they do. I’ll come back to that. In high school I had a friend hang herself (my godmother’s adopted daughter), and another friend of mine shot himself in the mouth.
The latter was extremely funny and joyful, and played on the football team, and the former had a difficult past but was still not someone I would suspect to take her own life. I still remember my reaction of shock being equally the same for both those losses. I would replay in my mind the conversations I had with them, or also try to pin point patterns of depression that maybe I missed. It truly is the people we wouldn’t expect; as cliche as that sounds! Then in college, as I have written about, I lost a dear Catholic friend of mine through once again… hanging herself.
Two things thus came to mind. A friend recently told me that every boyfriend she ever had, died. She said that caused her to have a very morbid view of death and that it caused her to stop reacting to it in a normal manner. I also recalled a man who had similar encounters with death be told, “you have a very strange relationship with death.”
And the friend who lost every boyfriend she ever had sounded very non chalant when she shared with me what she went through, as if she were numb or in a state of shock. Like a switch in her brain was turned off and she simply couldn’t “react” anymore to death. It’s extremely fascinating when we start to “unpack” and take a magnifying glass to our mind to study what experiences really shaped its formation. One of my first “brushes” with death so to speak really affected me, and my relationship with God for many years.
2.) One of my own brushes with death
When I was 2 or 3 years old I attended a little pre school in the high Sierra mountains near Yosemite, where my grandparents and I lived in a beautiful town called Mammoth Lakes, California. This is one of my first vivid memories because it was so tragic. My best friend at that school was named Jessica. We were playing in the woods for recess and it was winter, as the grounds were covered with snow and the roof was covered with VERY THICK blocks of ice 🧊.
That emoji of the block of ice is no exaggeration when I say that these were ICE BERG type chunks of ice just waiting to fall off at any time. It’s what got the school closed down permanently after what happens next. Jessica and I were running and playing near the trees (this memory is vivid for me) and we were called in from recess. I began running but for some reason Jessica wasn’t running with me. It’s still interesting when I reflect on WHY she wasn’t running with me but lingering behind. Like she was being held back. As I ran forward, I heard a loud “crack” as a chunk of ice began falling from the roof and hit the ground.
When I turned around, I couldn’t see Jessica anywhere. I don’t know how long it took me to realize that the reason I couldn’t find Jessica was because she was crushed entirely by the ice that hit the ground moments before. I finally saw the silhouette of her little body THROUGH the square thick chunk and I realized that she was below the ice and the whole piece itself covered her body. The stuff of nightmares, the image of her body through the ice! Most people are familiar with icicles hanging from the roof, but I’m talking about what’s called “ice dams”:
When an ice dam breaks on a slanted roof like the photo shows, and you see just how thick they have the potential to get, you can understand how Jessica, being only 2 or 3 could be completed crushed and covered by its weight. I still remember the lady who worked at the pre school coming out as she, and the rest of my fellow students surrounded the block of ice and I’ll never forget the teacher getting on top of the ice, to which I remember describing as odd as if that would crush Jessica more (didn’t she know that?), as she called her name, “Jessica?”. Jessica died, and I can only pray she died instantly.
The pre school later tried to lie and say Jessica and I were playing outside when it wasn’t recess, which again I distinctively remember us being called in FROM recess. After a series of mishaps, the school was closed down. I also “closed down”, mentally. When Grammie and I would say our prayers at night, I remember saying weird things like, I wanted to die and be with Jessica, too. Later she told me that I completely shut down and simply would not talk about what happened, when she or pop asked; not until maybe ten years later when I shared all I remembered without them asking and Gram said, “that’s the most I’ve ever heard you share”.
What she did recall during our prayers was that I told her “God is mean. He took my friend.” I don’t even remember saying that, but then it all started to click, with a type of “mental brain injury”. I did some research on how the brain reacts to witnessing a tragic death and it’s SHOCKING:
A traumatic shock to the brain activates the amygdala (fear center) and triggers a “fight-or-flight” response. It causes intense emotional flooding, creates persistent, intrusive, or haunting images, and severely impairs cognitive functions like concentration and decision-making while the brain attempts to process the abrupt, often inexplicable, loss. The brain may repeatedly replay the traumatic scene or the moments leading up to the death. The brain tries to adapt to the new reality by creating new neural connections, which is a slow, physically exhausting process. The brain interprets a tragic death as a direct, ongoing threat, causing the amygdala to trigger intense anxiety, panic, and a lasting state of high alert.
Grief actually… REWIRES the brain as a means of mental survival. This “flight or fight” response increases blood pressure and heart rate. The brain’s goal? Survival. You see, grief is tied to LOSS. When you truly love someone, the brain encodes this bond. Essentially, it creates a “we”, not just a “you and a me”, but it creates a “we” of overlapping experience. Because of that, when a loved one is no longer there, we actually experience it as part of us dying.
As if a part of us is actually truly, missing. Just like “phantom limb”; when someone loses a limb but they still report to feel that limb, even though it’s gone. My papa once told me that he read an article once that said the first seven years of a child’s life is the most important, as that time of formation really lays the foundation and is critical. Besides that experience of loss of Jessica, I can thankfully say some of the first seven years of my life were my favorite years of all. That is the only time period of my life I desire to go back and relive.
But I didn’t even realize until all these years later that Jessica’s death rewired my brain to have a “flight or fight” response even toward God. Because the way I viewed His allowing Jessica’s death was, “He’s mean. He took my friend”, which made me constantly fear that anything I loved could be taken at any moment. Later on in elementary school, I had a daycare teacher pin point EXACTLY my flight or fight response, when she told my grammie that I was “very possessive and only wanted one friend”. How dare she 100% describe me with such accuracy 😂. Good ol’ Mrs. Barbara was one smart cookie!
3.) “Circumcision of the heart”, and Parables of the Flesh:
When I interned at a ranch in college, I recall a piece of ice falling from the roof. I was standing near my boss and I automatically reacted to the sound of the crack and it hitting the floor, to Jessica. I still remember my boss Mike looking over at me and curiously asking, “are you okay?”. It’s little moments of “reminders” like that which prove that our brains are triggered by memories tied to grief. I know I’ve already recommended a few books this Lent, including Doc and Ed’s but another Aflavia and I are reading is called Parables of the Flesh by a Catholic Doctor:
A specific phrase that stands out to me in so many places in the Old Testament is God the Father speaking of “circumcision of the heart.” Parables of the flesh? Remember, the brain sends signals to the heart, and what I find providential is how today’s collect says that we need to be “defended from all adversities which may happen to the body and from all the THOUGHTS which may hurt the soul.” This confirms Our Lord’s words in Matthew and Mark that out of the heart come evil thoughts. It’s all connected. The Church has many members?
Luke 2:35 regarding Jesus, Simeon tells Mary that a “sword will pierce Your own Soul” so that the “thoughts of many hearts may be revealed” indicating that the trials of Jesus would expose people’s true inner nature.
What does this have to do with suicide and difficult marriages? I wanted to set the stage with traumatic events in general, and most specifically death, and how it can rewire our brains. This can happen at any age, and knowing this, we understand that our battles in this life truly begin with the “circumcision of the heart”, and that every little thing, down to the tiniest detail of what even happens to the body, the Church, is part of God’s plan. Thus, we can view death in its proper perspective, in a holy manner.
You see, remember when Our Lady warned that the final battle with Satan would be on marriage and the family? I noticed a powerful trend with those who either committed suicide, attempted it or thought about it, as sharing something in common: experiencing a broken family system. Former religious sisters of mine, or other young women who had stellar moms and dads in the home with strong Catholic values, experienced a BROKEN religious life, which is supposed to represent the HOLY family, led them to experience a “broken brain”, so to speak which rewired their brains to have a negative view of themselves, and of God.
When an image or dream we have is shattered, again, the brain will rewire for survival. But those “thoughts” are very, very real; the evil thoughts from the collect that we must reject of “self blame and self hatred.” We must do as Saint Paul says and CAPTURE EVERY THOUGHT to make them obedient to Christ. When I was praying about those I have met with difficult marriages and its connection to suicide this morning, I recalled Pope Pius XII’s warning about the Mass being changed. Remember, the final battle being about marriage… what else is marriage? THE MARRIAGE SUPPER OF THE LAMB, which is the Mass itself:
“I am concerned about the confidences of the Virgin to the little Lucia of Fatima. This persistence of the Good Lady in face of the danger that threatens the Church is a divine warning against the suicide that the alteration of the Faith, in its liturgy, its theology, and its soul, would represent.
I hear around me innovators who wish to dismantle the Sacred Chapel, destroy the universal flame of the Church, reject her ornaments, and make her remorseful for her historical past. Well, my dear friend, I am convinced that the Church of Peter must affirm her past, or else she will dig her own grave.
I will fight this battle with the greatest energy on the inside of the Church, just as outside of it, even if the forces of evil may one day take advantage of my person, my actions, or my writings, as they try today to deform the history of the Church. All human heresies which alter the word of God are so that a greater light might appear.”
DIG HER OWN GRAVE IF SHE DOES NOT AFFIRM HER PAST. The Church is MOTHER and when she suffers, so do her children. It’s no exaggeration when I say that I have indeed met Catholics who have suffered immensely in their marriages. Either their spouses left them, heavy abuse or the one story that haunted me the most when I first heard it: a Catholic husband raping or molesting some of his ten children.
When the precious wife of this horrific man caught him, she told me she almost killed him. Can you blame her? When she shared that her oldest daughter who got the abuse the worst of all said that she turned her back on God because, “when I called out to Jesus to get my dad off of me, He didn’t save me.” How does one answer that? I remember feeling such a bitterness and numbness after she shared that story.
4.) The Church is paralyzed (mono, ulcer and “dead sleep”)
Just ask Aflavia, I have had the most jaw dropping experiences lately when I’ve decided to open the Bible at “random”. I’ve been going in order with my Old Testament plan, but ever since my Passion of the Church Series on the spirit of Babylon, I’ve been very drawn to the prophets who foretold the passion of Jesus as Bridegroom, and also the passion of the bride, the Church. It’s all there! How can we not be intrigued? I “randomly” opened to the Prophet Isaiah and flipped over to Chapter 51. I was stunned when I read the confirmation of my former blog posts of the bride drinking the cup of wrath:
“Arise, arise, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the hand of the Lord the cup of His wrath; thou hast drunk even to the bottom of the cup of DEAD SLEEP, and thou hast drunk even to the dregs. Behold I have taken out of thy hands the cup of DEAD SLEEP, the dregs of the cup of My indignation, thou shalt not drink it again any more.”
For those of you who don’t understand why Our Lord is making His bride drink the cup of HIS wrath, it is because per the book of the numbers, the law of “jealousy” states that if a blameless husband suspects his wife of being unfaithful, he is according to justice able to bring her before the priest who will make her unveil (apocalypse) and drink a cup of bitter water which would lead to her death if she was in fact committing adultery.
Jerusalem and Babylon, as the prophets show are one and the same. She is beautiful because she is the bride of God (Jerusalem), but turned black because she prostituted herself (Babylon). The final passion of the Catholic Church per the catechism and apocalypse 17 and 18 shows that the bride must die, drink the cup of wrath before she can enter into the “New” marriage covenant promised by Our Lord.
Since we are on the theme of the body today, which represents the Eucharist and the Church, I want to stick to this theme, as it’s crucial. Since I shared a brush with death experience, I want to share a real life example of two illnesses I had in 8th grade and my freshman year of high school which oddly enough remind me of the book of numbers and the prophet Isaiah’s “dead sleep.” In 8th grade I contracted “mono”, typically caught from sharing WATER or other beverages, which leads to extreme fatigue and falling sleep basically anywhere, anytime.
I had never experienced anything like this before, and never have again! Outside of these two odd health experiences, I’ve always been relatively healthy. The first sign something was really wrong was when my Pop took me to NHRA Drag Races (kind of like NASCAR- so… very loud). I kept falling asleep on his shoulder and didn’t have the ability to stand very long.
If you have ever been around dragsters, they are very loud… and I was sleeping. People around my Pop starting noticing and asking if something was wrong with me. I just couldn’t stay awake. “Dead sleep”? This lasted for several weeks, and I had no choice but to stay home from school, because I simply couldn’t keep my eyes open for very long! They say you shouldn’t even shower or bathe without help because you could fall asleep and drown.
Mono also never leaves the body once contracted. That’s right. It stays in one’s system forever. About a year later I developed a stomach ulcer and it all started to remind me of the book of numbers which described the drinking of bitter water (mono) and the unfaithful wife’s stomach being cursed! Those were two of the most painful experiences that seemingly came out of nowhere, but just like Parables of the Flesh describing the BODY: nothing is random with what God has us endure. BUY THAT BOOK IF YOU CAN!
It’s also kind of ironic that mono is known as the “kissing disease” because it was also caused by, you name it, kissing, but that was NOT how I contracted it as I was not kissing anyone but my family (and cats). But the title seems kind of fitting because as the bride in scripture was “cursed” for being “unfaithful”, it has symbolism.
Our Lady of Fatima said that the Church will bleed from all her wounds and Pope Pius XII said that if the Church did not AFFIRM her past, she would dig her OWN grave (suicide).
So what do we do? We must choose a HOLY and SACRIFICIAL DEATH by following Our Lord’s example in marriage: FOR THIS IS MY BODY. THIS IS THE CHALICE OF MY BLOOD… SHED FOR YOU AND FOR MANY. Jesus the Bridegroom, and now the bride, the Church is laying the example of a FAITHFUL marriage. Before I conclude this lengthy post, I want to tie this into a movie I saw sometime in 2017, and while I would never watch it again, it served its purpose. My dad semi forced me to sit through a movie called Before I Fall. Brief overview:
Before I Fall (2017) is a drama based on Lauren Oliver’s YA novel, following Sam, a popular high schooler who dies in a car crash on Valentine’s Day but is forced to relive her final day for a week. By re-experiencing “Cupid Day” she uncovers secrets about her friends, faces her role in bullying, and tries to fix her mistakes.
Key Details
- Plot: Samantha Kingston has the “perfect” life until she dies on Feb 12th. She wakes up repeating that same day, allowing her to understand the value of her life and change her fate.
- Ending: Sam realizes the loop is to give her one last opportunity to fix her mistakes. She sacrifices herself to save a bullied girl named Juliet, finally finding peace and breaking the cycle. Juliet was attempting suicide by jumping in front of Sam’s car of friends, but on the final day, Sam understands her role and instead pushes Juliet out of the way, and dies in her place, allowing Juliet a chance to live.
I will never forget my reaction when Sam DIES in place of the bullied girl Juliet, as she atones for her own actions. It all reminds me of the bride of the Lamb BREAKING THE CYCLE and repairing the damage. Before even knowing the scripture I do, now, I burst into tears when the main character laid down her life!
I thought it was the most beautiful death: selfless and utterly sacrificial. It reminded me of the the only daughter in the Old Testament offered as a burnt offering (holocaust) by her father Jephthah, a judge of Israel, found in Judges 11:30-40. After vowing to sacrifice whatever first greeted him upon his return from battle, he fulfilled this vow after she met him, causing her to mourn her virginity for two months.
The Church Fathers have ruled that his daughter indeed DIED. What I find striking about the main character Sam is that on the day of her actual death, she makes peace and knows what she has to do! Signs that death is near according to scripture and Padre Pio, is a peace about death, people often mistake you for being tired when you’re simply detached from earth, and this peace and detachment are so strong that even one’s family members do not get it!
We saw this with Teresa of the Andes when she predicted her own death three months in advance, Therese when she smiled and was delighted when she first felt blood trickling down her throat as she dreamed of death, Teresita Quevedo when she predicted she would be in heaven celebrating the dogma of the Assumption, and lastly Francisco Marto when he was asked what he wanted to be when he grew up: “I want to be nothing at all. I want to die and go to heaven.”
The Church is in a state of paralysis, and before she “bleeds from all her wounds” (passion), like Sam from Before I fall, she is being given the chance to “make things right” while living in a constant “loop” because when you live the same day over and over, you have no choice but to see the problem, break the cycle of sin of unfaithfulness to the Bridegroom and ultimately give her life for Him, once and for all, through her own death. MANY Catholics, and especially protestants, have a very distorted view about what it means to live a good life, what makes one a saint and just how important our own individual death is.
There are two most important times: “NOW, and at the HOUR of our DEATH.” I will never forget being so annoyed with a protestant family member essentially knocking Saint Therese by not understanding why she was a saint, because she did not see the value in her life. Of course I am very defensive of Therese as it is, but it just proved my point that even so called people of faith have their perspective of what it means to be a saint, smothered in vanity, ego and pride. Francisco died at age 10, Therese at 24, Teresa of the Andes at 19 and Teresita at 19.
I look at their lives as nothing short of heroic, ESPECIALLY THEIR DEATHS, because it was smothered in nothing but pure love of desiring to be with Jesus and Mary Face to face. THAT is holiness. Not traveling the earth (Satan does that, for crying out loud: PROWLING about the world). The best analogy I can give to even Catholics who truly fear death, is the one I tell my grandparents often. I compare it to THEIR marriage.
They have the strongest marriage on earth I have EVER seen, and I will never stop thanking God that I got to witness it and be raised by them, and in directly seeing the most faithful marriage in action. I tell them imagine not being able to see each other face to face as a married couple. I tell them I desire death because I want to see the Heavenly Bridegroom and our Heavenly Mother Face to face. We have to come to desire that with all our hearts, souls, strengths and minds. Our individual death is our own testament, our heavenly birthdays. Saint Paul affirms this:
For where there is a testament, the death of the testator must of necessity come in. For a testament is of force, after men are dead: otherwise it is as yet of no strength, whilst the testator liveth.
Hebrews 9:16-
These last several years of “house arrest” so to speak have forced me to confront my mind. My fears. My heart. In an honest manner because when you’re stuck, you have no where to run. I am grateful for this time as many of the Church’s greatest saints and prophets spent much of their life in prison or exile, and yet… they kept writing, and we still have their nourishing words and prophecies with us today. Nothing was in vain! NOTHING IS A WASTE! May the words of dear Francisco echo in our own souls: I DON’T WANT TO BE ANYTHING AT ALL. I WANT TO DIE AND GO TO HEAVEN!
5.) From Grief to Grace:
I can only recommend again and again the wearing of the Miraculous Medal AT ALL TIMES (even in the shower) and being enrolled. ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO CONTEMPLATE SUICIDE. Think about it, Our Lady asked us to wear it AROUND THE NECK. For those who contemplate suicide, an unholy death in the form of rope around the neck, Mary reminds us that She desires us to wear Her necklace of GRACE.
Katniss, the hero and main character in the Hunger Games Trilogy, through her acts of rebellion by merely being herself: selfless and compassionate, causes the districts to have the courage to fight back and over-throw the communist government. Without realizing it, she becomes the symbol of hope, just by being herself. There is literal symbolism, because when she volunteers to take her sister’s place in the arena, her district gifts her with a Mockingjay pin.
A symbol hated by the capital, but this pin and symbol later becomes the symbol of the revolution, with Katniss herself becoming the LIVING Mockingjay. One of my favorite lines about why she is chosen to be the symbol of the rebellion is due to her unique and fiery spirit that proves to be very influential in winning over the districts to rise up against the corrupt Capital of Panem. The president in charge of the rebellion sees that Katniss is a little rough around the edges, Plutarch Heavensbee, the head game maker says this remarkable and noteworthy line :
This is the only choice you have. People don’t always show up the way you want them to, Madame President. But that anger, that anger-driven defiance, that’s what we want. And we can redirect it.
But how the Mockingjay symbol reminded me of the Miraculous Medal was how Katniss, whose Dad died years prior, used to love Mockingjays. Her Father had a beautiful voice, passed onto Katniss, and Mockingjays were known to repeat songs. The Mockingjay was part of her life for years without even knowing it would one day become intertwined with her destiny and in a way, a “sign” her Dad was giving her his blessing.
It of course entirely hit me full face that the symbol for our time is the Miraculous Medal because the image depicts a triumphant and victorious Mary, and it’s a reminder to Satan that Mary has already won. The battle’s fought; the deed is done. There is a song in the books as well as the film titled “hanging tree”(the very song I changed the lyrics to title “Maiden’s Tree”); a tune taught to Katniss by her Father before his death, but she was not allowed to sing it in public. There is a line in the films that was changed, going against the book, and when I heard it, I knew:
Wear a necklace of hope, side by side with me.
Wear a necklace of HOPE, not ROPE. I knew it was the Miraculous Medal reference whispered by Our Lady. My point is, we Catholics are battling demons in all their forms and as we reach the climax of the days of the Apocalypse, never in our Church’s history will we experience what is about to take place, and nor will it be ever experienced again. “Only She can help you.”
Mary is our symbol, and as She becomes one with Holy Mother Church, and we stand “side by side” in perfect unity, THIS is how we will “endure to the end” and be “saved” (Matthew 24). The most “miraculous” event in retrospect was around the time I developed mono and the stomach ulcer was the time I FIRST started wearing the Miraculous Medal. “Are you, are you, gonna die with me?”
6.) News of the Week: Iran, Father Kramer and March 3rd’s Blood Moon
I do not have much to add about the narcissistic strike by America and Israel on Iran, other than I have blogged about it and written before that Iran was the last on Israel’s list to invade and attack. America is completely occupied by a Jewish gang and lobby and only the triumph of Mary’s Immaculate Heart can fix this! Last June when America unlawfully, and unconstitutionally, dropped bombs on Iran’s nuclear facilities, I sent out a mass email sharing Father Kramer’s knowledge of prophecy of an easter orthodox saint who warned that once the straits of Hormuz are closed, World War III will be here or very near.
The straits were just closed! I am so thankful to see Father Kramer vindicated as he has suffered a load of harassment by deranged supposed trad Catholics who had the nerve to call him deranged for calling balls and strikes about Trump’s actions. Saint Bernard of Clairvaux said a Jew, even a converted Jew, could never be pope, which was why he adamantly called a supposed converted Jewish man occupying the throne of Peter during his time, an anti pope.
Canon Law and tradition of the Church has always taught that Jews cannot hold positions of power. Those who are still clinging to Trump as a means of some type of “salvation” and “hand picked” by God are totally deluded. The classic signs of one being in an abusive relationship are those who justify and make excuses for the perpetrators’s bad behavior. I have seen this behavior from those who back Trump more than anything I have experienced with calling out anti popes. A friend who also voted for Trump told me that people are really under some kind of spell.
The deep state and deep church are indeed tied to Rome losing the faith, 1948 Israel and America acting as a sort of Babylon through our involvement of trafficking and even eating of children as we have seen through the covered up Epstein files. Remember, Trump was notoriously saved by the Rothschild’s when he filed for bankruptcy. I have no problem saying this, as I voted for Trump three times. WAKE UP MY FELLOW READERS!
“The Arab invasion of Europe will come very soon, and then the Russians will invade. Without a valid pope to consecrate Russia properly, war becomes inevitable. The USA will never again be a superpower, but will remain a major regional power. China will eventually invade Russia and Europe, but will be driven back in defeat after the consecration of Russia by a true Catholic pope, followed immediately by the conversion of the Arabs. China will convert to Catholicism, and will be the major power in Asia. The Jews will also become Catholic. We are now only a few years away from all these events. France and Poland will become the major European powers, together with a Reich of the united German speaking countries.”
~Father Paul Kramer~
March 3rd is a blood moon! Some are wondering if this particular blood moon is the one John wrote about in the Book of the Apocalypse. Here’s where it gets chilling. The night of Our Lord’s Crucifixion, April 3rd, 33 AD was a blood moon: “333”. Good Friday this year falls on APRIL 3RD, and the blood moon of March 3rd reaches its peak at 3:33 AM. Blood moons are rare and do not always occur:
The “blood moon” in the apocalypse is a prominent prophetic sign mentioned in the Bible, specifically in Apocalypse 6:12-14 where the moon turns red as part of the opening of the sixth seal.
Is March 3rd THAT blood moon? I do not know, but no one can deny we are reaching some type of climax!
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