I grew up in Bellevue, a small French Canadian
town in central Saskatchewan.
I had a wonderful childhood and I will not bore you with all the details of my
early years. We were poor and did not know it and we always felt safe and
I am a registered nurse and worked at CityHospital and RoyalUniversity,
on the Surgical, Observation Ward and finally in ICU. I also worked in Nursing
Homes. I am happily married to my second husband, Scott.My first marriage was unhappy and an unfortunate mistake. It
was annulled by the Catholic Church. I am now happily married and my husband and I have two boys.
I am now 60 years old.
I have always believed in God, was faithful as a youngster but later on when I
left home, was not as faithful to weekly Mass as I should have been. I could
always justify my missing because I worked shift work. I always believed in
God, I just thought that He was far away and not too concerned with my little life.
In 1984, I was in a car accident. After the accident I had terrible whiplash headaches.
My headaches were very severe, enough that I couldn't work and had to take some
strong pain medication.
In 1988, my sister was diagnosed with cancer. It was a rare cancer and she
In 1989, a priest from down east came to Saskatchewan from down East, his name
is Father Émelien Tardif. He has since passed away and a Beatification process has been started. There was a healing mass
at St. Patrick’s Church in Saskatoon in July of 1989. My mother had asked that we all go
there to pray for my sister... Well, I didn’t want to go, but you know, when your
mother asks you to do something, you just do it.
I was married in 1988, and became pregnant in 1989. I still had these terrible
headaches everyday, most often twice a day. I didn't want to go to this healing
service, I wasn’t sure if I believed in those kinds of miracles. I believed in
miracles of nature or childbirth. I only went because my mother asked. We were
sitting in the balcony, I felt ill at ease, not sure what to expect, more
curious then not, when Father Tardif began speaking in ‘tongues.’ I had never
heard that before in my life. I thought, "Oh my, this is weird but it sounds
kind of nice." It was like being in heaven and hearing the angels
sing. It made me cry. When the congregation started singing in tongues I figured they
must have practiced all year for it to sound that good.
Then Father Tardif said, "Someone is being healed of arthritis in the
left shoulder," and someone stood up. For about thirty minutes, he would
pray in tongues, and then say, "Someone is being healed of this, someone
is being healed of that." People stood up right, left and center. I
thought again, "I don’t believe this! They must have talked to each other
before! As it was, I didn't want to be there, it was very hot in the church and
I was pregnant. Then all of a sudden he said, "Someone has been
experiencing a lot of headaches in the last few years and is now experiencing a
lot of heat in the back of their neck." Well, I was experiencing a lot of
heat in the back of my neck but there was no way I was going to stand up and
say: "it’s me!" I rationalized that because I was pregnant, had long
hair and it was July, that was the reason I was so hot, I thought HORMONES!!!
so I said nothing. After that night, I never had another headache again. For
five years I had these constant headaches and then all of a sudden, Bang! the
headaches were gone. I knew in my heart this was a miracle, that God had healed
me because I knew how severe the headaches had been. I never told anybody
because they would think I was going crazy. You know, one just doesn't talk
about ‘stuff like that.’ I didn't say anything to anybody except to my husband and immediate family.
Then July 15th,1991, my sister, Juliette passed away. I started
thinking, God healed me and He didn't heal her, though she was a lot sicker
than I was. (I haven't been as grateful for this healing as I should be.) I
started asking the Holy Spirit to help me; to make me more grateful, make me a
better wife, a better mom, a better sister, a better daughter and a good
example to everyone I meet, and to use me if He needed me. I thought I was
pretty safe. Heaven only knows what the Holy Spirit would ever use me for
because I'm just a stay-at-home mom, I never see anybody, never do
anything, never go anywhere. But be careful what you pray because you just might get it.
I started reading about the apparitions at Fatima, Lourdes, Medjugorje, in Garabandal and in
Guadalupe and all the messages that go with these apparitions. I started
thinking, "Oh my goodness! We're all going to hell because nobody's doing
any of this stuff, nobody!"
We have all become blasé about God . . . You know, we all live in la-la-land
and God is somebody we go to when we need something or when we are really in
pain or when we are really desperate, then we call upon God. I thought (I
have to start praying for my family, for my friends and for the conversion of
sinners.) I started thinking (I have to start saying the rosary), because the
rosary is the most powerful prayer I knew at that time. Since then, I have
learned that saying one Hail Mary with a loving heart, can convert a soul, take
a soul out of purgatory and bring it to heaven, can stop a war and can change
the world. This is how powerful a single Hail Mary can be. I was thinking ( I
have to start saying the rosary.) Now, I don't like saying the rosary by myself so I started asking people:
"Would you like to meet once a week and we can say the rosary?"
Nobody wanted to say the rosary with me. This was from 1991 to 1995.
In September 1995, the Bishop’s Annual Appeal was on. This wonderful lady and
her daughter came to my home. I invited them in and in our conversation I said,
"You know, I've been looking for someone to say the rosary with and nobody
wants to." One lady said, "I'll say the rosary with you."
I said, "That's wonderful!" So that very week, once a week, we began
saying the rosary together. We would light a candle and it was so nice and
quiet. Every week we would meet to pray the rosary.
In Feb. 1996, Lent began and we decided we would like to do something extra. We
started meeting more often and going to mass, going to Adoration and saying the
rosary sometimes five times a week. I'm not sure at what point it happens but
when you say the rosary on a regular basis, your life changes. Our lives began
to change and it was wonderful.
In November 1996 another lady came to me. We were at Adoration and she invited us to her Marian Cenacle every Friday at one o’clock. We
started going there every Friday afternoon and we met many wonderful people
there as well.
( update November 2007...This lady has passed away of cancer...please pray for her...her name is Sylvia...Thank you)
Then in 1997, things started happening. When I think back at that time, these
were just coincidences, now I know that these were little divine interventions.
On July 13, 1997 I went to Sylvia’s home, She had invited a visionary from Vancouver, this lady prayed over me and said, "God has a mission for you to do." You
know, when somebody tells you something like this, you never know what to think.
The first thing that came to my head is " MISSION IMPOSSIBLE" What could God
possibly want with me??? I'm useless, never go anywhere, I never see anybody...
Two days later, on a Tuesday, on July 15th, it was the anniversary of my
sister’s death. Every year, we go to St Laurent,
the Our Lady of Lourdes Shrine by DuckLake. We went with a
whole bunch of people and said the rosary as a group. I went into this little
boutique and found this small Holy Spirit medal. It was so beautiful and I
bought it. I had the priest ( Father Fioleau) bless the medal. I put it on my
chain and I was so happy about this small Holy Spirit medal. I was showing
everybody saying, "Look, look, I found my Holy Spirit." " I
found my Holy Spirit!" They all thought I was a little nuts over this
little medal. Later my mom told me I looked like a crazy woman...
Sylvia took the medal in her hand and said, "It's just
burnt my hand." I touched the medal, it was warm but it was July and
it was warm outside, the medal didn't burn my hand. Then she looked at me and
said, "You're filled with the Holy Spirit; you're going to receive a gift
from the Holy Spirit," Again, you just don’t know what to think or say,
when somebody tells you something like this. Then she said, "Maybe you'll
speak in tongues." Well, I had heard this before with Father Tardiff and I
thought (maybe in ten years I'll speak in tongues... I can handle that.)
The very next day I went to St. Mary’s Church, I go there several times a week.
After mass I met a friend outside the church... I said, "Yesterday, we
went to St Laurent
and we all said the rosary, and did the Way of the Cross and it was a beautiful
day and look… I found my Holy Spirit," as I was showing her my Holy Spirit
medal. She said, "I just had a manifestation of the Holy Spirit," I
didn't know what that meant. I didn't know people were in tune with the
Holy Spirit to that point. She said, "I feel the Holy Spirit is right here
with us." I thought, (well... we both went to Communion, we're both
outside the Church, maybe He's just stepping out to say hello,) I didn't know.
That night we had Adoration at St.
I went at nine o’clock and I sat right
in the middle of the Church. I thought (I'm going to have a really good hour of
Adoration because I have lots to pray for.) I always start with the Our Father,
but I couldn't say the Our Father, I couldn't pray at all. I thought, "Oh,
my goodness, how come I can't focus?" You know, usually I can focus on
prayer. I started looking at the walls and wondering all kinds of things. I started looking at
the architecture of the church, how if we turned it upside down, it could look
like Noah's arch and how would they ever be able to put all those animals in there. … What am I
going to make for supper tomorrow night? The Blessed Sacrament was exposed and
I really felt bad for not being able to focus on my praying. I thought I might
as well do some reading or something but I could not focus on anything. Though
I stayed a whole hour, I didn't say one prayer. As I went home I felt bad at how
unfocused I had been and that these hours of Adoration are so few we shouldn’t
Now in my home, at that time, I did leg waxing which is the removal of hair from women’s legs.
The next morning, a lady came, she has a little boy. Her son was only five
years old and was going deaf. The doctors had said that he would be completely deaf. He had been in the School for the Deaf all that year. She
brought her son with her that day and as she entered the house, I heard a
voice. The story starts getting weird now. I heard a voice and the voice said,
"Place your hand on this little boy and pray for him," There was no
way I was going to lay my hands on this child. I didn't know the woman well
enough. You know, one doesn't just do that, touch people like that. I have
always respected people’s space. I prayed for him in my heart because I felt
bad for him but I didn't lay a hand on him. Then the lady left my home.
An hour later my niece came over with her eleven month old son. This boy was very allergic to milk. They came into my home and
again I heard this voice, "Place your hand on this little boy and pray for
him." The voice was real; I heard it in my head. I immediately thought I
was hallucinating though I have never hallucinated in my whole life. Again,
there was no way that I was going to put my hands on her son,( because my niece
is going to think I'm crazy if I do this.) I
told her, "you stay here with my two boys and I'm going back to
church." (To do that hour of Adoration that I had not done the night before.)
I came into the church and in my hands . . . I started feeling a sensation in
my hands, pins and needles and a real numbness on the inside of my hands. I
was thinking, "Oh my goodness, I'm going to have a stroke!" I'm
over forty and I'm overweight, I’m going to die. This is a good place to die,
right here in front of the Blessed Sacrament…." Take me now Lord!"…waiting
for death and death did not come. Then I started asking myself what could it
be? ...Carpal tunnel syndrome!… That’s it. I'm going to need surgery and who’s
going to do my dishes and who’s going to wash my floors? I didn't know what the
numbness was. I'm a registered nurse and I was thinking about all the things
that could possibly cause numbness in my hands. I stayed an hour but again, I
didn't say one prayer.
When I left, there was a Filipino lady who left at the same time. She
came right up to me, and grabbed my hands. I thought, (lady what are you
doing?) You just don't approach people you don't know very well, you just don't
go up and grab a person’s hands. She came up to me and said, "Are you
okay?" I wasn't visibly upset. I said, "Yes, I'm okay, but I feel
pins and needles in my hands." She said, "Can you feel it? The Holy
Spirit is right here!" I thought, "Oh, boy," but I said,
"What do you mean?" She said, "Well, can’t you feel it?" I
said, "No, I just feel pins and needles in my hands." She said,
"Can I come to your house?" I thought well she couldn’t possibly be
an axe murderer, because she just spent an hour in front of the Blessed
Sacrament. She followed me to my home.
The minute she stepped into my house she said, "I sense there's going to
be lots of people coming here, and you're going to be praying over them. You
have the gift of healing hands. God is talking to you, listen to
Him!" I freaked! I started to cry. I said, "There's no way
possible this could ever happen. You know things like this happen to holy
people, people who are good and holy. They surely wouldn't happen to me."
I didn't want to hear anything more about it. My hands were really, really
itchy, she said, "Just calm down, calm down and be obedient!" then
left my home. I was glad she was gone.
That night . . . my husband, I have to tell you my husband is a wonderful man
but he had no religious upbringing whatsoever. He never discussed God. In fact,
before we were married the only thing I ever told him was, "Don't ever
make me choose between you and God, because you'll lose every time." I'm a pretty tough broad! He lets me
do whatever I want, he is very tolerant and has had to be become even more
tolerant as the years go by because, he has lost his garage to make a chapel room for our prayer meetings, our cenacles.
Not to mention the traveling. Perhaps he's screaming in his head...
"Something is bugging you. You have to tell me what is wrong?" I
said, "I can't talk to you about this. You'll never believe it." He
said, "You have to tell me what is bugging you. You have to tell me what
it is." I thought ( how can I start talking about the Holy Spirit to a
poor ignorant man?) I said, "You'd better sit down because this is going
to knock your socks off." I showed him the medal I bought, I told him what
those ladies had said about the Holy Spirit and about the itching in my hands.
Then I told him I heard voices... Did you ever tell your husbands that you
heard voices?... I braced myself, " he's going to think I'm crazy..."
...After a short while he said, "Maybe God wants you to do
something." I looked at him and thought, (who are you?) I know now it was
not him speaking. Those words would never have come out of his mouth.
That night I went to bed. I was tossing and turning. At two thirty I jumped up
and something was urging me to get up and write something down. My kids, when
they were little, woke me up every two hours for five years and I didn't want
to get up. I just took and wrapped my blanket around me and thought if I didn't
move at all, I would go back to sleep. Then I heard, "Be obedient, be
obedient, be obedient!" It was pounding in my head enough that I kicked
the blankets off and thought " Okay already!" I got up and went into
my kitchen. I didn't know what I was doing.
I took a piece of paper and within a few minutes I had this beautiful prayer
written out, using words and expressions I have never used before in my life. I
looked at it and thought, "This is beautiful." This prayer was in my
head. I went back to bed and prayed for the two boys I hadn't prayed over and I
prayed for my dad, who was going blind and I prayed for people who had cancer
and I prayed for people who had allergies; I prayed until five thirty in the
The next day was the Cenacle at that lady’s home at one o’clock, I went over
there and here was that Filipino lady outside, waiting for me. She hardly ever
went there. She came up and grabbed my hands and said, "Were you up at two
thirty?" I hadn’t said anything to anybody, I said, "Yes." She
said, "I said all fifteen decades for you. God is talking to you. He wants
you to do something. You have to do it. Can’t you feel it?" I said,
"No. All I feel is itching in my hands. Leave it alone and please don't talk about this
anymore." She said, "Go talk to a priest."
We had a new priest in our parish, Father Denis Phaneuf and all I knew about
Father Denis was that he didn't put up with any bologna. He was a straight
shooter. He would probably tell me I was sick, go and see a doctor or
something. Don't bother me with this kind of stuff. I certainly wasn't going to go tell a priest I was hearing voices. I didn't want to say
anything to anybody. Besides my sister was coming from Montreal and we were going to visit my
brother in Flin Flon. ( northern Manitoba)My brother was a police officer ( RCMP) up there, and we were
going to go fishing and then we were going to Calgary
to visit my other sister. There was no time to go talk to a priest. I did tell
my mother and I swore her to secrecy.
In the car when we travel with my parents, we pray; we say one rosary, one Chaplet of Mercy, one rosary, another Chaplet of Mercy and then another rosary, and another Chaplet of Mercy ... then we start over. It's a long way to Flin Flon and it's a
longer way to Calgary.
Every time I prayed, my hands would begin to tingle again with the feelings of
pins and needles.
Two weeks go by and I went camping with my sons to WakawRegionalPark. My youngest son
goes into the water the very first day. When he came out, he was shaking, had a
runny nose and a temperature. He was very prone to ear infections; he was
getting three or four ear infections a year. I was angry because we just got
there and I didn't want to have to come back to Saskatoon. I placed my hand on him, I said
that prayer. The next day he was good as new, not a sniffle, not a cough, no
temperature. We had a wonderful week. I thought this is really cool... oh it’s
just coincidence! I must have misdiagnosed him.
The following Monday was August 18th and school was starting early for the
Catholic School Board. All the moms were in the hallway with their cheque
books, waiting to pay registration. Just to be polite, I asked the lady beside
me, "How are you?" I didn't know her at that time. She said,
"I'm having such a terrible summer; I have arthritis in my left shoulder... I can't lift my arm more then this...I
can't wear my wedding rings... I haven't worn them for five years... I can't do
my housework... I'm having a terrible summer." on and on and on...I was sorry I had asked.
Out of the blue and I don't know why I said this either. I said, "Would
you like me to pray over you?" My mouth must have dropped because I
couldn't believe I had said those words out loud. I thought, (my goodness, if
she agrees, I'll have to do it.) I didn't want to do that. She said,
"Yes." I thought, (Oh my! There are people all over. Let‘s go behind
a door.) We went and hid behind the door. I think it's funny now but at the time, this was one of the most awkward
moments of my life. I placed my hand on her left shoulder and said that prayer
and she said, "Thanks," and she left.
I thought (I’m never doing this again, this is too hard) I have to go and talk
to a priest. I telephoned the rectory and he wasn't here. I left my name and
number. Father Denis returned my call. I said to him, "My name is Carmen
Humphrey and I have something really important to talk to you about." He answered,
"I have no time to talk to you!" I thought (Thank you God!) I
thought a priest talks to everybody. I thought this was my answer from God. It’s
all going to go away.( the tingling in the hands, the voices… etc) I haven't
told anybody about it. I’m still cool, nobody knows. My mom is sworn to
secrecy. It'll just go away... all of this stuff will just go away.
Two days later, Father Denis calls me. He said, "Your name and number is
on my desk here. Did you call me?" "No," I said. He then said,
"I want to talk with you." I thought okay, what could he possibly do?
He can't take my children away from me. He can't fire me. He's not going to
throw me out of the Church. I thought I'll go and tell him everything. I went
to the rectory at one o’clock on August 28th. As I started talking, I could
tell he was very sleepy, ( I later found out he is diabetic and was indeed
tired.) so I hurried and I told him everything. I showed him the prayer I had
written. I told him about the itching in my hands... I told him about the voices
I heard... I told him what those ladies had said about the Holy Spirit... He
was yawning (Good Grief! … he must be bored!) Finally, he said, "So what's
your problem?" I said “ this is a pretty big problem!” He said, "You
should get down on your knees and thank God. He has given you the gift of
healing hands." I couldn't believe it, "That's supernatural!"
"You bet your boots it's supernatural!" he said. I replied, "I'm
not good enough a person for this to happen to." "Well, who do you
think you are?" I said, "I'm a sinner." "Sinners go to
hell." I was starting feeling pretty bad. I could hardly wait to get out of there. He said, "Jesus died on the
cross to make you worthy. We're all worthy of the gifts of the Holy Spirit.
Don’t try to figure out why God would choose you to do something like this,
you’ll never figure it out. Just do it!" I asked, "What is the
itching in my hands?" He replied, "Oh, that's the Holy Spirit wanting
you to touch people, to bless them, to heal them, just do it, just do it. He
has even given you a format, just do it!" I replied, "I am a
stay-at-home mom. I never go anywhere. I never do anything. I never see
anybody." He said, "Oh, don't worry about that. If God wants you to
do this, He'll figure a way out." He also said that I could refuse to
do this and God would just go on to some one else and that He would not love me
any less, but I should try and see what God can do. Then he gave me the
combination to the church and said, "Come whenever you want."
I went home and telephoned my mother and we cried on the phone for a long time. I had to tell my family. It's easy to tell most
of my family about stuff like this. But I have one sister who lives here in Saskatoon; she's very
spiritual and very smart. She doesn't fall for any kind of sensationalism.
She's skeptical about stuff like that. She would never believe me. She has
known me very well my whole life. She would never believe me, but I still had
to tell her because I didn’t want her to hear from somebody else. On Labor Day
Monday, I went to her home. I brought my other sister with me for support and I
told her the whole story. She said, "That's wonderful. Things like this
happen to people we read about but never meet. For this to happen to someone we
know, someone in our own family, where we can tap into this resource any time
we want. This is wonderful... You're not leaving here until you pray over
me." Her reaction was completely, totally different than what I had
The next day I woke up and thought, "this can't possibly be true, it must
have been my imagination!" I studied physics, biology, physiology,
mathematics, two plus two is always four! I can't believe any of this stuff… I went to
church. I was there all alone. I sat in front of the Tabernacle and said,
"God, I don't believe you would do this to me... Not that I don't believe You
can do it... I need proof... I need a sign. I don't want people to make a fun
of You and I don't want people to laugh at me. I need a sign and it’s
gonna have to be a pretty big sign, a slap-in-the-face kind of sign."
(Because what do I know about signs, I'm an idiot when it comes to stuff like
I went home and went into my backyard. I'm not a gardener but I was pulling
weeds. I have a statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary in my backyard. As I was
pulling weeds, here I find this rose bush that I didn't plant, with thorns and
everything. I thought, "That could be a sign." What's a sign? I don't
know, a rose bush? Moses saw a bush... Then I thought...Ah... I live in an area where there's
lots of flowers, flowers everywhere so there must be some
odd reason, some root traveled underground and came up here. I go into my house
and start washing my floors. I thought I was going crazy. For six weeks I
thought (I'm a mental case) this could not possibly be true. I thought (all of
this is in my head.) As I was washing my floor, I got up and telephoned the
lady ( Sylvia) the one who had told me that I was going to receive a
gift from the Holy Spirit and she said, "Come over."
I went over to her home and said. "I don't believe God would do this to
me." She said, "This is Lucifer talking. You have to fight him off.
He'll put all kinds of doubts in your head. He'll try to stop you from doing
this. You have to fight him." I thought... you want me to fight the devil? I
need some help. I said, "I want you to pray over me." I knelt down and she put her hand on my head. I wasn't listening to what she
was saying. I just said, "Holy Spirit, come into my heart and fix it."
...and I was slain in the Spirit. It appears I went down like a rock. It felt
like slow motion and as I was falling, I could feel the Presence of Holy
Spirit. I felt at peace. I lay there on the floor for five seconds and
thought... this could be a sign. I know that it could be a sign because I
wouldn't fall down for anything. I felt at peace. I felt more at peace than I had
all summer. My hands were really itchy again. I got up and felt wonderful.
I had no more doubts. I knew for sure that I had received the gift of healing
hands, I didn’t know how, I didn’t why, I didn’t know what I was going to do
with it but I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I had received this gift. I felt like the weight of the world was taken
off my shoulders. I felt so good. I went home.
The next day was ‘meet the teacher day’ at school. I didn't want to meet the
teacher because I had met her already. She was the same teacher as the year
before and I didn't want to go. My youngest boy said, "I have drawn a
picture and it's on my desk and you have to go and get it." He made me feel guilty enough, I went to the school reluctantly . I
opened the door and here's that woman with the arthritis. She comes running to
me and said, "I've been trying to get a hold of you." I said,
"What?" She said, "I'm healed." I said, "What do you
mean you’re healed?" She was raising her arm up and down. Again she said,
"I’m healed!" I thought… (this is a pretty big sign.) I said,
"You better thank God for this because He's the One who healed you. I
can't heal anybody. Only God can do that!" If some one tells you they can
heal you, they are wrong….Only God heals!
The next morning I went back to the church and I said, "Okay, I believe
You. and I say YES LORD! ...and I'm willing to
do this but I don't know how I'm going to do this. You're going to have to do
it for me because I'm not going to stand on the corner of the street and touch
people as they go by."
I started recording the people I prayed over, just their first names and recording any feedback. For a few
months I did that. After eleven months, I had prayed over fifteen hundred
people and I had seen one hundred fifty miracles. Then I decided not
to write names down anymore because this is God’s business, and all the glory
should go to God. He's the One doing this. I saw so many miracles. I have to
tell you that the little boy never did go deaf, my nephew is not allergic to
milk and my son never did get another ear infection ever again. I'm sure my mouth hung to
the floor all day long because I was in awe all the time of God's goodness.
He's so loving, and He heals us. I would see all these miracles. Not a week
would go by without my seeing a miracle. One time I saw swollen feet shrink
right in front of me. It just blows my mind. I'm still in awe every time it
In the spring of 1998, things became a bit more complicated. I started having
visions... Now I thought I was really crazy because I was seeing things...( in
my head.) This would always happen when I was in prayer and my eyes were always
closed. Now when I started having visions, my mom advised me to get a spiritual
advisor. I do have a spiritual advisor and several people I consult with. I thank God for their wisdom and patience with me.
My spiritual advisor explained that God uses my imagination, my knowledge, my
passed experiences and forms an image in my head. God teaches me through these
visions, sometimes He gives messages to the person I'm praying over. The
Holy Spirit gives me the understanding of the vision although most of them are
I want to share with you some of these visions. I've had close to 300 visions.
One of them happened during mass at St. Mary’s Church, the spring of 1999. The
reading during the mass was the Conversion of Saint Paul. I love that reading.
I was really listening and following in my mass book. All of a sudden the church became really big. I
thought (oh my! I’m having a vision right during mass.) I closed my eyes, and
the church continued to grow. It had different levels. It even had a dungeon in
it and a crooked little passage going deeper into the ground and it filled up
with water. The water at the top was very clear. Then the water got darker and
became murky. At the bottom it was muddy. All the people of the earth became
fish in the water. The fish that were at the top in the clear water, we could
see Jesus through squiggly lines, Jesus was feeding us. We were absorbing all
this food. To us it was fish food and we were like hungry fish. Those fish grew
very big and very strong. The fish that were a little deeper did not see the
food all the time, so they didn't eat all the time but when they ate they grew
a little bit. Then they would get lost in the dark water, so the fish were
smaller and smaller until at the bottom there was just little tiny fish. They
never saw the food, never ate and never grew. This was in color. It was like
watching a big screen TV and it was in detail. I was just mesmerized by what
was going on in the picture. Then all of a sudden the water started to shake.
We were all looking at each other. We looked up and saw a flat barge. Jesus was
standing in the barge and he was calling all of the fish to come to the barge.
Now the big fish at the top were strong enough, they could have jumped in...like
that. Jesus didn't want them to do that. He threw this large net into the
water. The net had different size holes in the mesh and the Virgin Mary was in
the water with us. Then the Blessed Virgin Mary said, "It's time for
everyone to gather into the net. Before you go into the net, you have to get
those little fish in the corner over there." She would send the big fish
to get the little fish and bring them into the net. Some fish didn't want to
get left behind, so they kind of attached themselves to the fins of the bigger
fish and they were swung into the net without too much trouble. Some fish were
scared and they swam the other way. Mary said, "Go and get those
fish." All the fish were being gathered. Mary was obviously the one
bringing all these fish into the net. She said, "The little fish at the
bottom, you've got to go get them." They didn't want to come, and they
hissed at us, they swam backwards and dug themselves into the mud. We said,
"Mary, they don't want to come." "Well, go and get some more
bigger fish and bring them all up." Finally all the fish are gathered into
the net and Jesus lifts up the net. As He lifts the net, the fish that don’t
want to be in there swim in between the other fish and jump out the holes and
the fish that did not want to fall out were kind of supported by the bigger
fish. The bigger fish cannot fall because they were too big for the holes.
Jesus picks up the net and puts it in the barge. That was the end of the
When I came about I had missed the gospel, the homily, the intentions, the Holy
Holy Holy… and I heard, "The night before he died, Jesus took the
bread." I could see Jesus through squiggly lines feeding us. It was an odd
feeling but this was one of the most beautiful visions I’d had. It was like the
whole Bible in a nutshell, because Jesus feeds us. He feeds us with the
Sacraments. We have the Eucharist, Reconciliation. We have everything we need
to go to heaven. Those who absorb what Jesus feeds us grow strong but they must
pray for others who are not strong. Mary takes us to Jesus and Jesus doesn’t
want to lose even the smallest of souls and we will all have a chance to go to
Jesus but also we all have the choice of swimming in between the bigger fish
and falling out the holes.
The second vision I want to share with you is this: We were up on a hill and I
saw this big valley in front of us and I could see Jesus being crucified. I saw
them put the nails in his hands. I saw the whole thing. It was frightening,
terrible to see and boy... did I cry! After he died, I saw a big cloud coming
from the right hand side. There were people scattered all over. There was rain
and thunder and lightening and people were scared. I saw the outline of God the
Father. I saw his hand reach down and pick up the cross with Jesus still on it.
He brought it up to his right shoulder. There were big crevices in the ground,
and people were falling into the crevices. There was lightening and thunder.
For a split second I felt the disappointment that God had in His creation. That
He had sent His only Son to save us and that we were still sinning. Then I saw
His left hand come out... It was like 3-D, a big hand coming out. His hand was
closed and He opened it and there was a dove in His hand. He blew on the dove
and let it go. The dove started flying over the valley. Every time it would
flap its wings, I could feel cool wind on my face. It was a very nice vision.
This is the next vision I want to share: This vision happened during Adoration.
My mom had phoned and said, "I want you to pray for this person and this
person." I had about twenty minutes left in the hour. I closed my eyes and
I saw this long, long table. It was about sixty feet long and there was a white
cloth on the table. Jesus was sitting at the other end. I said, "Jesus,
you're so far away. I know I'm always bothering You all the time because I'm
asking You for this and that. You know, we need to see some healings here
because people don't know You anymore, they need proof." As I was talking
the table was shortening. It became shorter and shorter, until it was about a
foot long. Jesus was sitting right in front of me. He took my hands in His and
looked into my eyes. He said, "My precious daughter, you do not bother me.
All those people that you pray for are very precious to Me. Tell them how much I love them. Do not
concern yourself when you find yourself in all these different situations. I
thank you for your boldness and your obedience. I will use you often, I love
you, my daughter."... Even as I speak of this vision, I see Jesus' eyes and I see the love He has for you. This love cannot be discribed, I cannot find the words. This love is Divine, It's perfect! If any of you doubt Jesus' love please know HOW MUCH JESUS LOVES YOU!!!
As you see, I have had beautiful visions.
I just want to speak a little bit on the reflections I've had over the last
little while... how we're really here to glorify God. Everything we do in our
lives should be for the glory of God, not for ourselves and how the priest put
it so nicely today, we try to define ourselves with bigger homes and material
things. We are a very spoiled society. When we're hungry, we eat. When we're
thirsty, we drink. When we feel bad, we take something to make us feel better.
We want everything now. We are very spoiled. . . we just want and want and
want. There is so much suffering in the world. We wonder why. It is a direct
result of sin. The consequence of sin is suffering. It all comes down to this
very basic element. If I steal five dollars from you, I 'm the one who sins and
you're the one who suffers. The person who sins is not necessarily the one who
Because we are all one in the same body of Christ, we are all brothers and
sisters in Christ, we are all together in this world and when we sin it
affects everybody else, when we do good it affects everybody else, like a
ripple affect. Everything that you hear and that you see has an effect on you, on your
flesh. It can eventually make you sick. It can make you suffer.
We know that children are dying of cancer in hospitals, what did they ever do?
Whose fault is that? It is because we are sinful. If we were not so sinful,
there would not be so much suffering in the world. All sin has to be atoned and
we are so sinful. People are sleeping around, sleeping together before
marriage, living together. We are permitting abortions even in this very city,
we cheat and lie and gossip, we watch unmentionable trash on TV and at the
movies, we go to communion with mortal sins in our hearts without going to confession. Some say,"
I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm not hurting anybody, I'm only hurting myself if at all. It's my choice." No, you never go to hell alone and you never go to
heaven alone. You always bring a bunch of people with you. We're all
responsible for the sufferings in the world... If you sin, and you don't
ask forgiveness for that sin and you don't atone for that sin, and you don't
try to stop that sin, I guarantee you that some one will suffer for that sin,
it may be you or a family member or a stranger but someone will suffer for that
sin... All sin must be repaired. ..the pain due to sin also needs to be repaired... but we must remember that Jesus died for
all of us; His Mercy is endless!... so if we ask forgiveness, Jesus will
forgive us. When we go to confession, our sins are forgiven, the bonus is that
with the absolution we get with the Sacrament of Reconciliation, we get the
"Grace", that wonderful Grace. What is Grace?...It's an invisible
help from God. Who doesn't need that?
What do we do about the terrible state of the world?... We have to become the
holy people that God wants us to be. How do we become holy? We become holy by
praying, by staying faithful to the sacraments, by reading the Bible, by going to
confession and asking for mercy for our souls daily, (a daily conversion of the
heart,) by saying the rosary daily, by fasting, by penance, by loving others
like Jesus loves us! Basically by following the commandments!
Know that ultimately, we will be judged on the love we have in our hearts.
Know that through all the suffering, the anguish, the turmoil people suffer, the LOVE of God will sustain you.
Know that in a million years our souls are going to be alive as they are today. There are
only two places our souls can be, heaven or hell for all eternity and we have to choose now where we want to be in a
I want to see you all in heaven.
Updated Jan 2013
My life continues to be filled with seeing the Glory of God and the Hand of the
Holy Spirit practically on a daily basis. Many things have happened since the
beginning of my ministry. I continue to hold a Marian Cenacle every Tuesday.
They are awesome! More and more people attend, we have about 50-70
regular who attend weekly. I have actually moved the Cenacle into our garage
because my house was too small to accommodate everybody.
I pray with many people, some in person and some over the phone. I have given
talks in several churches around here and as far as Calgary,
and southern Quebec, Toronto,
and Northern and Southern Ontario. I have also been to England and Ireland, France, all over the States. My children
are growing up and so I am able to travel more easily and would speak
where ever I am invited. Arrangements can be made by contacting me through this
website address: firstname.lastname@example.org
The visions and locutions of Jesus and Mary are filled with love and mercy and
hope. Many people have contacted me through this website and I add their
petitions to my daily prayers. I sense that there is an underground quiet but
very powerful network of prayer going on. One that will bring about the Triumph
of the Immaculate Heart of Mary.
I pray that the Holy Spirit will descend upon each person on earth and they
will have a true conversion of the heart.