Hacking

Interesting word isn't it?--hacking--
Well I was a victim of a hacker.  They got onto the twitter account and managed to send out messages in my name.
Apparently others have been victims of a similar cyber attack.

I disabled the praylium twitter account today.

The Feast of St. Monica (patron of mothers with troubled children)....

God Bless.

So My Head was Going to Explode...

This past Sunday I encountered one of the worst headaches of my life.

It was my fault.

I was power washing an outbuilding basement.

I thought I had good ventilation.

The first time I thought I just needed some air.  My brother had closed off one of the vent pipes with a bucket because water was coming out and inhibiting him from putting in a new window.

I realized this as I climbed out of the outside cellar entrance, gasping for air.

"You trying to kill me? I'm dizzy."

"You've always been dizzy." He replied.

"Good one."

(At that point I secretly hoped his window endeavor would end up crooked)

After a couple minutes I went back down.

The second time I emerged and that was it.

I was down for the count, the day, the evening, the night, and the next morning.

Now, in order that the truth be told without bias I need to share the way things happened immediately following my getting some oxygen back into my system.

My wife-doctor appraised, assessed, checked blood pressure and heart rate and assured me I would be okay.  She sent me to bed. 

While I was in bed my son and her decided to watch some dvd's on the end of the world and death.

Now, with a terrible headache--none like I ever had--I couldn't help but...well you know....

Besides I knew two people who died because of aneurisms.  So, while they were casually listening I was beginning to think of what priest should I call.

They left the room and then I began to fret.

Yep, I'm a baby.

Eventually I had myself convinced my head was going to explode.

That was it.  

On my gravestone---His last action was power washing--done in by a bucket over a drain pipe.
I kicked the bucket.

You know that time when you have a fever, or headache, or maybe just during those morning hours when you have a dream?  That's the time when something becomes a little more clear--perhaps a quandary or dilemma is solved, or maybe, just maybe an angel holds you and you are inspired.

Mine was simple.  

Read more Scripture.

My loving caring doctor wife continued to calm my fears.

In the morning I was embarrassed and shared it with her and my son.  Their reply was so very Christian.  First they made fun of me and then throughout the day told everyone about their father's inability to just take a pill and shut up.

Why not come along?

There are still some spaces on our Pilgrimage to Medjugorje this October.
Click this link.

Mary's Assumption and Assistance

I had an interesting conversation with a few people today concerning the use of mediums and/or seances and the demonic.
Simply put--don't.
Don't mess with it.  Don't play with it.  Don't be entertained by it.

It is nothing more than an opportunity for the wrong kind of spirit to enter.
I remember growing up and seeing the game board--ouiga.  Even then I thought something was odd that we could ask a question and then have an answer given to us from some other force.  In my little kid mind I  associated it with the passage in scripture where Jesus said--Where two or three are gathered....
I'm not sure what happened to the 'game'

Evil starts nice.
It starts playful.
It's promise--a relief from the reality--a game, or even a suffering.  If you miss a loved one--why not contact them?

Recently I had a book signing near an area known as lillydale--you can look it up.  The store had some  books on the spiritism of this specific geographic area--weird.

The demonic only wants one thing--your soul.
It doesn't care what sin you use to lose it.

So today use this feast of the Assumption.  Mary's feast of falling asleep in God and allow her intercession in your life.  May she assist you in doing battle against all those empty promises of satan and the demonic.  She is, after all a Mother and she will watch over her children.

Book Signing

I will be at The Book Nook in Dunkirk NY this evening signing copies of 
A Lost Shepherd