Where to begin? How to begin? As a mother and wife, I
speak about the atrocities committed just this week in a high school
in Littleton, Colorado. There, on a spring day, as students gathered, thinking
of a prom, of graduating, of just getting the summer off, found
themselves looking into the crazed eyes of two fellow classmates who
had come to school with one purpose: TO KILL.
Why? Oh, the fingers
are pointing all over the place and it's a wonder we aren't all
tripping all over ourselves trying to sort everything into a neat
category where our finite brains and our stifled spirit can finally
deal with this tragedy.
To us, it seems eons ago that our Blessed
Mother told the seers at LaSalette what would become of the world as
the end times would be at hand.
It seems to my mother's heart that
we have more than entered that period of time…a
time of such depravity that only satan and his cohorts can be
responsible.
While the media masses to Littleton, while reporters
interview parents, students, and medical personnel (particularly those
who deal in mental illness), it becomes apparent after a few minutes
that the blame falls on society as a whole, and the mom and dad
individually, and therefore the anger, rage and killing spree were
always there, waiting the right moment to be unleashed by these
misguided, in-need-of help teenagers.
Do not misunderstand me. These
teenagers did need help. Lots of help! But not all the
psychological/psychiatric help in the world answers the question why, and
to what depth and breadth and height and width did these two
teenagers go to quiet the demon within them that cried aloud for a
blood offering.
In my mother's heart, I see two suffering souls
tormented by satan, dragged down by satan, and abused by satan's own
demons. I see two people who started out crying for help, but who
soon stopped as the demon's hold got stronger. These poor souls saw
life through the eyes of hatred and anger. These two teenagers, so
lost to the True Light of Christ, fought their way through years of
such bitterness that they finally came to school, to face those who
they saw as their tormentors, and with a swift, unthinking, uncaring
callousness, started spewing bullets hither and yon, not forgetting
that they had bombs well concealed and planted within the school
itself, to prevent escape.
Panic set in. The students wanted nothing
more to get away from these crazed gunmen who were metering out
justice the old-west way, the Old Testament Way. They shot whom they
chose, and then shot just for the fun of it, while hysterical, sobbing, innocent
teens scattered, sought safety anywhere they could. Some would get
out alive. Others would not. Again, we ask: WHY?
It began when
lucifer, full of pride, disobeyed God, and set himself up as God's
equal. Thus, cast out of Heaven, lucifer fell into his own domain, hell, and
has since worked from this underground room to take earth and all the
people of this planet down into the same abyss he lives in. Not that
lucifer cares for us, likes us, or looks forward to taking us to his
hot abode. No, lucifer prefers to rub each soul he carries off into
God's Holy Face, thinking that he seriously damages God's Infinite
Power by doing so.
God has and will not change. He is. He is
Perfect. He sent His Only-Begotten Son to earth two thousand years
ago to free us from the slavery of sin, to assure us of life after
death through His Resurrection. Jesus Christ gave us a code to live
by, to be used in every thought, word and deed we have in our earthly
sojourn. Do we abide by this code which, by its mystical nature, is
the very armor we need to wear against the onslaughts satan pitches
our way day in-day out.
Life as God intended it has been on the
downslide for years, and generations. When World War II came, the
woman found emancipation from being a housewife, to being a worker, feeling
a sense of fulfillment and power in the workplace. What did we, the
mother and wife, need our husband for? We could do it all ourselves. This
progressed into yet another generation that abolished any parental
authority over their own children, and to children learning very
quickly that they held the power, and not those in positions of
authority.
The world turned up-side down, but nobody noticed. How
could they? The TV sets were blaring their nonsense, and no one heard, saw, or
reacted to the upside down swing of the world. And so it has gone on
lo these many years, while the acts of violence Our Lady spoke of at
LaSalette have come to pass. We have cardinal against cardinal, bishop
against bishop, priest against priest, wife, and husband against one
another, while the children grow confused, and in their confusion, satan
reaches out his slithery hand and grabs them. It's satan's world now. Don't
think for a moment it isn't. How many of us, be we mothers, fathers, brothers, or
sisters, aunts or uncles, or even not blood-related, would willingly
go to church and there kneel in reparation, expiation, and petition to
God's Mercy until the killing stopped, and satan was chained in hell, where
he belongs. How many of us would go there without food to sustain us, except
the Holiest of Foods (the Blessed Sacrament), a spare blanket and
maybe a pillow. How many of us would willingly stay there until
enough people joined the effort that we would finally be doing what
God has always wanted of us, and what His Most Holy Mother has pleaded
with us to do for many years in many apparitions. Get down on your
knees, get out the rosary, and go before the Most Blessed Sacrament
and start praying, right now, this very day, with your entire heart!
Forget the fatigue, the lack of creature comforts, the whispers of
others that scorn and scourge you with their tongues. Of what matter
are these abuses? Are we not here, out of God's Mercy, to cooperate
with and bring down Divine Mercy upon a world gone crazy?
As a mother of two teenage sons, who struggle each day to overcome peer pressure
and live up to the faith they've been given, I, for one, am ready. I
am ready to take only the clothes on my back, and to present myself, a
sinner, humbly before the Most Blessed Sacrament and there remain
until, one by one, throughout each parish in each town, throughout the
United States, and then throughout the world, there is someone
keeping our Lord company and Praising Him, Adoring Him, Thanking Him
and seeking Mercy and Forgiveness. I am only one tiny little nobody, I
can shed no light unless God gives me the Light to shine forth, and
even then, it would be but a small light. But one small light in the
darkness can and must grow forth to become a beacon which shines
brightly so all mankind can see, a beacon of Truth that will free us
from the treachery of satan, and bring upon the world the Ultimate
Truth through the Triumph of Mary's Heart.
It is up to each one of us. Forget
the media and the sensationalism. This tragedy is waiting to happen
in every school in our land. Do you want to wait for the next one? Or, would
you prefer to join me in offering unending prayer and petition to God
to see a Merciful end to such evilness… which
ultimately comes from satan.
May Almighty God grant us the courage to
stand up, to kneel down, to fight the good fight and never look back
to see if we're alone or if others have joined us. It takes someone
to start? Who will it be?