Several people have asked me to do a recap of some of my old predictions. I have touched on that before and will again briefly at the end of this article. I have been troubled of late, though, that some want to make their assessment of me as a sort of glorified fortune-teller. I reckon I pass that test. Eventually, should substantial portions of the archives of my communications with my priests be publicly released, it will be clear how dramatically I pass it – and how difficult my struggle has sometimes been to understand what I was being shown.
I worry, though, that in indulging people’s curiosity about the predictive aspect, I am unintentionally bolstering people who are relentlessly focusing on the wrong thing, something completely tangential to my purpose.
The work I have does not resemble that of a traditional seer like the Fatima children so much as it does that of St. Joan of Arc. No, I won’t literally be raising armies and participating in bloody battles (I hope). That’s a young man’s game – or in the case of St. Joan, a young maid’s. Rather, during a period of great trial, I will remain right in the thick of the people to whom I am sent, living all the hardships, joys, struggle and laughter with my friends as we navigate the great Storm.
There has been nothing conditional in my preparation (except for my efforts to get out of it). The Lord has been speaking to me directly for over 50 years. For 20 I have been reporting it to a team of priests for assessment. If God had wanted me to give the world a warning during that time, He could – and would – have said so. Rather, I was held back, pondering things, to be sent if the world did not heed the warnings that had been the province of others to deliver. My purpose was to learn a little of this uncharted ground we would have to go through if the Storm became unavoidable, so that I could be a useful Sherpa in desperate territory. When I first began proclaiming these things two years ago this month on my Abraham’s Journey Facebook Page, it was not a warning. It was a proclamation of sorts that the Storm is here.
My purpose is to exhort, encourage, guide you safely through the wilds we MUST pass through because of our falling away. To do that, my primary objective is to credibly assure you that God is close to you, right at hand – to YOU. If all I accomplish is to persuade you that I am some sort of oracle, I have failed miserably.
When people ask me what they should do in a particular situation, I usually deflect the question by giving them some advice on how to frame the question to come up with the best answer for them. God imprints each of us with our own unique strengths and personality. My purpose is not your purpose nor is my mission your mission. God has something specific and unique for each of us. I won’t be held accountable to Him for how well you live your call, nor will you be held accountable to Him for how well I live mine. On several occasions, situations have arisen where I was instructed that another was to take the lead. When my mother was dying, I was informed my sister was in charge. Funny, because my sister is often emotionally an exposed nerve. So I deferred to her in all – and told my brothers that this was hers and we were to follow her lead. What a magnificent job she did with some incredibly difficult decisions and the care she gave every step of the way! Recently, another such situation arose where it was someone else. Used to deferring to me on such matters, he was scared. He worried about disagreeing with me. I chuckled and said I did not promise to follow his lead only so long as it matched my thinking – but to follow his lead because this was his responsibility. He worried he had made a mistake at one point and so had forfeited his leadership. Again I laughed and told him I did not agree to follow his lead only so long as he made no errors: this was his responsibility and I would follow as long as he took his responsibility seriously – regardless of whether I agreed or he objectively erred a time or two. God uses our errors to teach us – and to spread grace abundantly so long as we humbly seek to do His will. In fact, the errors we make when we seriously seek the Lord’s will are the most refined and effective classrooms in creation. I always give counsel if asked when another is charged with a certain task, for it is always good for us to take counsel. Though it may be counter-intuitive, I am also almost always absurdly pleased when someone who is approaching a task seriously and with recourse to God, seeks my counsel and then cautiously decides to do it another way than what I recommended. That tells me that they are gaining confidence that God really is close to them – and are taking full responsibility before God for their decisions. They have begun to get what it is He wants.
Some are eager to parse and collate prophecy and private revelation. For a few it is a calling; for the overwhelming majority it is a distraction. Alas, far too many think that if they could just figure out exactly what is going to happen, how it will happen and when it will happen, then they could devise a perfect plan to deal with it. This is still a reliance on one’s self rather than trust in God, albeit a little more subtle – but not much more subtle. There are so many problems with it. First, it assumes that if one only knew what would happen, one could figure out what to do. This reduces God to the role of newscaster. It leaves no real room for effective reliance on Him. Second, it involves no real reaching out to God; rather it demands he reach out to you to give you the information you need to solve the problem. God is determined that we stretch out our hand to Him at every moment, not demand He give us a briefing so we can make the decisions. Third, it assumes that we can understand heavenly things as easily as we understand earthly things. Looking at the way the world is, one would think we would be more humble about our ability to understand even earthly things, not more certain of our ability to understand heavenly ones. Historically the wisest among us have misinterpreted over 90 percent of what we are told in authentic prophecy, usually only able to see the fulness of what it meant after it is fulfilled – and often not even then. Why we are so confident of our capacity now when it has been so poor throughout history before is a mystery to me.
I am better than most at interpreting prophecy, solely because I have spent all of my life immersed in it and submitted to a couple of intense decades where I was shown much and misinterpreted almost all of it. I only started to get really good at it (for one of us in this plain), when I seriously figured out I was not near as smart as I thought I was and that, no matter how smart I ever got to be in this world, I would never be able to begin to contain the ocean of wisdom from these things in the quart jar which is the full capacity of my wisdom. The only answer was to pay attention and seek God’s guidance every step of the way. Knowing what will happen will avail you almost nothing; knowing to hold tight to God is the heart of earthly wisdom.
For most of these things, God does not intend us to understand what they mean. Rather, He sets them up as a sort of mile marker so that when they happen, even in ways we did not expect. we see His hand behind the temporal events that signify them. It is not so that we may know His mind, but that we may be assured of His love, to know He has not abandoned us when fearful things rise. So unless it is an authentic calling (which is almost as rare as an authentic visionary) an obsession with these things becomes both a distraction and a deception that leads you away from dependence on God.
This is why it is so urgent that I persuade you that God is right close to you – and ever available to you. The terrain we must cross is too hard and treacherous for any of us, even the most brilliantly talented. Knowing what will happen means nothing. The passengers on the Titanic knew it was sinking. Fat lot of good the knowledge did them. Knowing what to do is critical – and the only way to know that is to hold fast to God and wait for Him in each moment, trusting to His loving benevolence.
Does this mean you should make no plans? Of course not. But it is good to contemplate your plans in the light of how the greatest military commanders proceed. Every battle hardened commander knows that within a few minutes of the commencement of battle, the battle plan goes out the window as unexpected events take on a life of their own. Paradoxically, every commander knows that whoever produced the best, most insightful battle plan usually prevails. How can this be when every plan proves itself to be unequal to the challenge of reality? It is because it is not the plan that is the thing, the habits of mind that are developed in creating the plan are the thing. Whoever develops the best plan of battle is usually best prepared to adapt to the unexpected. If your plan of battle is to think through these things knowing that whatever you come up with will prove inadequate, but know that God is always adequate and He is ever right at hand for you – if you submit to Him rather than obstinately holding on to one of your many failed notions simply because of your pride that it is yours, you are well-prepared to endure this Storm.
A few years ago a priest I am very close to faced a life-threatening health scare. He knew that I had been frustrated by the lack of any response at all from some of the hierarchy to whom I had submitted these things, and my discouragement. I did not know of the seriousness of his health scare. He called me and spoke with great urgency. He told me that the Church has all authority over public discussion of visitations and such, but that, as a baptized Catholic, I had the absolute right to publicly discuss the faith within the boundaries of the Magisterium. He said I must not stop doing what I was doing – that my ministry had been the most fruitful he had ever seen and given profound hope to many…that if my Bishop continued to ignore me, I could continue to speak as I wished, subject to the direction of my priests – and that if he eventually responded to me and forbade me from speaking of supernatural things, I had the right and duty to keep speaking of the faith in ordinary terms and sparking hope. That outburst clued me in that his “minor” problem might be a tad more serious than he had let on. I asked and he leveled with me – for which I was grateful, because I prayed very intensely for him.
All was resolved and he is in perfect, vigorous health now. But lately I have been thinking a lot of one portion of what he said. The heart of the hope I proclaim is not dependent on revealing the source from whence the wisdom came. Wisdom is justified by her deeds. It will stand or fall on its own merits.
People get the wrong idea of how I do my work. Many think I spend tons of time scouring prophecy, both Scriptural and modern-day trying to come up with clues. The truth is I skim over it, rarely reading it at all unless directed to by my angel, a priest, or someone whose counsel I value. I may be the least-versed in prophecy of anyone on this forum. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t scorn it. But I know that even if I study it – and even with a lifetime of training – I am still going to misinterpret chunks of it. Pondering it, other than the big sweep of it, will not help me much to do my job. It is not knowing what will happen that will help me help others, but knowing what to do whatever happens, how to approach each step.
About 10 years ago a priest asked me to take a serious look at the events of Garabandal. I did – and immediately concluded it was authentic – and very comforting. Delivered in the traditional apocalyptic terms and imagery that are so often the view from eternity, I took from it the assurance that God would give everyone a real illumination of what is really at stake here. No one would be left unawares from old deceptions. I expected it would be subtle enough that many people would dismiss that illumination when it came to them, but all would be given a chance to repent. It was a real comfort to me, for it is something I had worried about. Then I noted that a whole cottage industry had risen up to interpret Garabandal from a purely earthly perspective. People were so minutely examining every tree from an earthly vantage point that they often lost sight of the forest of wisdom it revealed. I thought to myself, in some surprise, that Garabandal is going to be fully accomplished and many of the most pious will not even notice when it happens. It was very sobering for me, for I came to realize that, even authentic prophecy, if approached from the vantage point of thinking we can know the mind of God, can inflame our own vanity rather than leading us to humble wisdom.
I wonder, of late, if I am not creating some of the same thing. My job is to assure people that God is close to them, to assure them that Christ’s promises and assurances are not in vain, and above all to help all keep to a safe path, running off neither in panic nor curiosity into dangerous places. I sense that now, some think if they know well enough what the terrain looks like, they can go running off into a box canyon that will get them killed regardless of how much detail they know about it. It is an incompetent Sherpa that encourages people to explore outside the safe path in deadly terrain, regardless of whether it is intentional or not. Right now there are a few people rising in America, and more in Europe, with very seductive – but spiritually deadly – sophisms of how if you really want to be holy, you must abandon the Church and follow them. I think of it as the “Snow White Evil Queen” deception: “Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the holiest of them all? I am!” Well, no you’re not…and if you go chasing after the magic mirror the illusion may kill your soul.
I have found – and befriended – some people who are doing very solid work from different perspectives. I have previously called Janet Klasson, or Pelianito, the Poet Laureate of the Storm. She has a magnificent eye for fruitful devotions in these times. Mark Mallett grounds wisdom and truth in the teaching of the Church and Scripture with an elegance and refinement that takes my breath away. Both carry the same message I do, from dramatically different perspectives. Stay to the safety of the Church, trust God, love each other. What gifts these people are in these perilous times.
I have been thinking seriously of not speaking directly of visitations. I know the cat is out of the bag, but I worry that by speaking of how some knowledge comes, I am tacitly encouraging people to go chasing off seeking to know the mind of God, which is something I do not dare to seek (though when I was younger and more foolish, I did. I often supplanted my judgment for God’s where it seemed unfair to me – and invariably created a mess). On the other hand, I know it is my nature to be reticent about it to begin with, so I might be indulging my own will, too. I spent all but the last two years keeping it to myself and just a very few other people. I devised ways where people could make their own assumptions about how I came to know certain things. That was comfortable for me. Speaking openly of it, even if I have gotten accustomed to it, is not. I often feel like I am crudely sharing intimacies of the marital chamber. That may be temperamental. I hate for anyone to catch me praying; I prefer to do my formal prayer when no one is looking. (My son rather delights at times in catching me at it.)
But the thing is, my job is to keep all to the safe path, to credibly assure all that God is close at hand, easily accessible to them if they will just stretch out their hand, that He will not leave them bereft. Fortune-telling is a dicey business. There is one person who has been uncannily accurate and exact about many things, but when I went to study him a little, my visitors warned me away, saying he has an unclean spirit. The devil has a profound abundance of logic and minions which allow him to make far more accurate predictions than the most brilliant futurists on earth. If that is your standard, satan can oblige there, too. The proper standard is how well you are filled with hope in God, with confidence that He is with you, in the security of life in the Church, to stick to the faith as it has been handed on to you, with resolve to do the little you can to help those around you. If that is sparked, than I am accomplishing my purpose. If not, I am failing. I would so much rather you dismiss all my visitations as the product of an overheated imagination if you would adopt my exhortation to acknowledge God, take the next right step and be a sign of hope to those around you than to parse the details of the former while neglecting the latter.
I mentioned I would do a recap of some of my predictions at the end here. The biggest thing, of course, is the rise of the Storm, itself. The collapse of the social institutions throughout the world, leading to economic collapse, wars, and toppling of governments, culminating in a global civil war. I know many of you are just hearing this in the last year. My priests were hearing no little detail about it 20 years ago, including the general time frame, when there was nothing but peace and prosperity as far as the eye could see. Along the way, I told them of the rise of large-scale institutionalized terrorism, that something was so desperately wrong with the 2000 American presidential election that there might not be an election at all, of a global scourging of the Church to purify it in preparation for the Storm (this began with the sexual abuse crisis), and almost the precise trajectory of various convulsions, diplomatic and otherwise, with Russia for the last 14 years. These were important. Equally important, perhaps even moreso, were specific messages given to the priests on unexpected turns their own ministries would take. But this was not the heart of the work for which I was sent. It merely served as confirmation that I was telling them true. The heart of the work is to give people heart through the Storm; to defend the faith, hearten the faithful, and defend the faithful. That is what I will have to account to God for when I stand before Him in judgment.
I will continue to try to do my best. But I am pondering for a while how best to accomplish the actual work I am given rather than what sometimes is imputed to me.
I have no complex formula for you, no system where if you follow it to the letter, God will have to let you in. All I have is simple: hold fast to God. Trust-Do-Love. That is it.