It was 2006, we were living in Grant, MI, 30 miles North of Grand Rapids. I was working as a Bilingual Teacher for Grand Rapids Public Schools as Spanish Kindergartner teacher.
Every morning at 4 a.m., I listened 'Chuck' Swindell's program Insight for Living. As I kept pounding the thought of Sainthood, I had a dream in which Blessed Mother was the florist lady in a flower shop. She didn't allowed me to see her face, but as I asked for the purest and perfect lily -to be my spiritual father – She presented me with a single stem of lilies crowned by several medium size lilies, all looking up to Heaven, and all the same height. But I rejected it and told her that I was looking for only one. And so, she handed me a bigger white lily with yellow spots, and told me that some of them are born imperfect, others are made imperfect. I said, I buy that and she said 2 dollars please. This imperfect lily represented a little priest, a Cure du Ars, who, unknown to me, had been made imperfect by Jorge Bergoglio at the age of 34.
In July that year, I visited him at the rectory to have one of my oil paintings blessed. The priest was intensely looking into my eyes; when annoyed by it I looked up, and felt a pull at my stomach level and saw him bending over with his hand on his stomach. However, when he realized my awareness, he pretended to be looking at a detail of the painting which was out of the context of our conversation. Several weeks passed with him evading me after mass.
I was amazed when after several weeks, I heard a voice saying to the priest giving the homily that day to join the ‘cure’ so he could share his experience. That priest greeted me at the end of mass looking into my eyes, however, I didn’t feel anything this time.
After few days, I heard the voice of the ‘cure’ in my head who told me that he went to his Saintly Spiritual Father, the one that met me after mass the previous Sunday and he fainted. After him came back, he told the ‘cure’ in tears that one half of their soul were gone.
From then on everything changed. Both priests despised me, the whole parish changed. However everything was kept mental. This was the beginning of my schizophrenia at age 49.
At work, things were not good. I disagreed with the Principal in many issues. Like when I referred Rosa Sanchez, a kindergartner that had a speech disability and was being treated as mentally disable, to the doctor to have her tonsils removed because she had acute tonsillitis impairing her hearing. The Principal was mad at me for having done the diagnosis for the nurse, and for having acted as a social worker, finding the financing for the operation. I also had problems with the substitutes and the finding of my lesson plans and materials. The funny thing was that when he asked for something I had it available. The turmoil of work was increased by my secret ‘spiritual’ life For the priests requested me, not to speak or sing during mass, not to look at the priest or the consecration of the offerings, to dress in black shirt and trousers for Mass and to leave before the people exited. I also was required while driving to and from work, not to think—something that I couldn't do even while holding my breath. It was very stressful. The reason for this request was that our minds were connected.
During this time I confessed all the sins that I knew, including those that I was ashamed of. I didn't know that this cleansing was do to get rid of the demon holding their halves. But it didn't work.
By the Spring of 2007, I started painting the Kingdom on a door. I did all my paintings with lots of prayer and reflection. On the sky, outlined with stars was the figure of Father Almighty, beneath Him a crown of fire that represented the Holy Spirit, and then Jesus sitting on a throne stepping on a snake. Once I finished the painting, I saw on the upper right corner by the Father's hand the face of the cure outlined by stars. I couldn't believe it. He was outlines with dots on the door. I put a smirk with my finger, for I wanted to see if it would be there later, and if people could see it.
For the time that Lent came around, I was able to finish the door and it was dried. I told my husband about hearing the priests voices in my mind, and the priest didn’t like it. On Holy Friday, they played a trick on me letting me know that the ‘cure’ was dying with Jesus. I mourned him bitterly, I attended mass and after that I was led to a small cemetery close by, were I was convinced that he had died. O, I never imagined how much I cared for that priest, I mourned him with an enormous regret and kept saying that I wouldn't forgive him for departing from us. That Sunday, I convinced my husband to deliver the door with the painting as a donation to the Church, because he had died. What was my surprise to see him welcoming us and leading us to the place where we would leave the door. My husband didn’t said much, but to him, I wasn’t well of my mind.
They made me understand that I shouldn’t speak about my mental spiritual formation with nobody. Mean awhile, they were trying to perfect me in holiness so they could be freed. Thus, they let me wear spiritually the crown of thorns of Christ. I was agonizing with a headache pain. It was unsuccessful.
Due to my mental connection with the priests, I told my husband that I wanted to pursue God's Will and live in celibacy. My privacy was gone. From then on, the priests didn't let me share the same bed with my husband, telling me that he had evil, and I started seeing shadow faces hovering above him. So, I slept in the sofa. Their battle to freed themselves continue with more fervor. By now I was experiencing visions with my eyes closed of worms all over my body or demonic eyes, also I started feeling tactile hallucinations of vibrations in my genital and my stomach.
Later in the Summer of 2007. Father was to have a knee operation, and I took the chance to go away in a retreat so he could have a restful week. It happened to be that he did his operation a week earlier to be ready to battle me along with the Church. It wasn't peaceful at all. My day was spent in judgment and being put to test. For the first time I experienced their kinesthetic powers when they stretched my arms over my head and joined my wrists by invisible forces and made me roll in the bed while asking me to dance for the pleasure of Jesus. As conservative as I am, I kept saying no to this blaspheme, until in despair I decided to fold my fingers as it is done in ballet and the tossing stopped with their condenation that I was a whore unable to be a saint. By the last day, through automatic writing, I was revealed that I was the Church of Pergamun. Rev. 2, 12-16. From who I was according to them, and who I believe to be was a great distance from being. I thought myself to be an insignificant pebble to trip the priest, a bothersome little thing that put the Church and the priests in fire. Testing them in the furnace of tribulation so God would purify them, and what they learned would be taught to the elders of the Church - Rome.
Year 2008. The Principal was determined to fire me, and he placed many obstacles in my way. He denied me a helper, while I had to deal with a classroom with 3 hyperactive boys, 28 students, 18 of them active boys and my lack of experience in Kindergartner classroom management. It was stressing me. I became loud with the children, and very short tempered, but I never hurt them. They would not behave for anybody else but me.
He tried to prove me wrong, he interviewed the children and found out nothing. But at the end, finding support in God, he could do nothing to harm me. At the end of the year, the district didn't want him to fire me. He did take early retirement. They thought I could read minds, because some blessed were able to hear my thoughts and I am really good to figure out the heart of the people so the moves of the Principal and the people were very predictable. I stood on the statement that says that God has opened a door that nobody else could close, and that if Jesus gave me this opportunity, I will stay put until Jesus says it is enough.
By September 2008, the Principal retired, the District told me that I could start on a clean slate. But I was drained, and decided to leave all my teacher's materials in the classroom. There was no time for me to take off, because it would affect the children. Therefore, I renounced the post telling them that I was to follow God's call in my life and stayed home.
Thanks be to God for a strong mind that when cornered by the hallucinations decided to get used to it and move on. I am a curious mind, and trying to freed my mind from them, and enticed by the two priests, I made a hat with magnetic strips thinking that the magnetic waves could separate our thinking. I didn’t know if they got quiet to make a fool of me or the strips work. I left the family twice to follow God when my confessor presented me mentally with the rhetorical question, and ended at the Blessed Sacrament, with no place to go. The Saintly parishioner present sent me home. Meanwhile, the prophesy a psychic of Caravaca, Florida, had attracted many psychics, mediums and demons to the area. Due to them, I experienced something that took me to the verge of death. Every time that I approached the time of consecration, my mind will start swearing and I couldn't control it. The woman's vision and my presence outdoors had brought a stream of psychics and mediums that swore at the Holy Sacrifice within my mind, not only to separate me from the Eucharistic Presence, but also to get me out of the Church early to see me and the trapped priests.
As I said, this brought me to the verge of death for I tried to kill myself rather than to offend God. I took 25 antihistamines, between sleeping pills and allergy medicine. I dressed up to die, asking my God to forgive me for taking my life, but I could not stand to offend Him any longer. I only felt drunk-like and had to support myself while walking to provide Brian with his lunch for he came home at that moment. I was to live.
I was more and more separated from the Mass and the graces of the Sacraments. But I didn't gave up in my faith. I had to stop going to the Blessed Sacrament. I not only annoyed the Saints with my constant prayer that resonated in their minds, but also I was being attacked by psychics, mediums and demons, this time the real ones. Once, I was at the Blessed Sacrament Chapel and I received a warning about two strangers coming in. I was mentally commanded to kneel and suddenly, I was yanked by invisible forces to the floor as in adoration with my face away from the door. I couldn't raise nor move. I was expectant, more than afraid. They entered the Chapel and used the bathroom and stood in the back while I laid down motionless close to the altar. They wanted to see the captive priests faces. I was banned from entering the Chapel again and from stepping in the Church grounds. This was very costly to me, for I had found the Chapel as my refuge, and I fell in love with the Blessed Sacrament through the meditations in the book about the Holy Eucharist of Sr. Alphonso Liguori.
I remember one occasion. It had pain me that a minister of eucharist in the morning service at a church in Newaygo, would tell nasty jokes before the service began at church. And then, he would touch His Holy Presence to distribute communion, nor that I could see him as a demon, but I knew he was disrespectful of the presence of God in the Church. I prayed to Jesus not to allow him to touch his divine Presence in such a condition. Then a boom was heard and a soft wind moved the panes of the wood curtain that separated the church area from a meeting room. The ‘cure’ told me that Holy Spirit was moved by my pain and decided to do the miracle of changing the man. But he said that Holy Spirit comanded him to get out of me, and to meet the man, to find out that he was a demon. He then returned to me rattling the wood panes.
I got a new temporary job with Gerber Life Insurance, Fremont, MI. I was happy there, but I always let them know that God had priority in my life. It was here that the last of three miracles done with the ‘cure’s’ intercession occurred as he let me know. There was a young Hispanic woman who approached me asking for prayer, for she was few weeks pregnant but spotting, and the doctor told her that it would be difficult for her to have babies. I told her to trust in the Lord. That since He gave her ovaries that worked, then surely He would grant her the rest: to become a mom. We prayed and departed. She was a co-worker in my department. I also told her that when the favor is granted, she should marry to do right to God and obtain His blessings. She carry the baby to term and got married.
Alisia Vazquez, a former co-worker in Newaygo. Discovered that she had a cancer in the Uterus. I laid hands on her and prayed for her in her garage and the ‘cure’ was touched, and interceded for her. The other miracle occurred to an acquaintance of Alisia. Juan Carlos Vazquez Martin, who was drinking at Alisias' house with some friends and relatives when the men decided to go to the store. Their pick up hit a tree, close to Alisia's house. I was passing by at night when I saw the firetruck and paramedics close to Alisia's place. I stopped by and introduced myself to see if I could be interpreter or be of any help. Ali was already on the way to the hospital. One of her husband's friends hit his face against the tree upon impact. He was in coma with a swollen brain and the impact had cracked the bones of his face. I got there and told Alisia to go home and rest, that I would be in her place. I stayed all night, praying the way of the cross for his recovery. I asked God to heal him, and as He died and in three days resurrected, then please resurrect this man in health. It was granted, he came out of the coma, and the plastic surgeon said that by a miracle the bones were healing in place and he wouldn't need plastic surgery.
It was the end of winter, at the beginning of lent of the year that I was working for Gerber. I wanted to go to the Bethlehem hermit retreat in New Jersey, but they told me no. So, without reservation, I went to another monastery in Pennsylvania. Led by the Holy Spirit with a lot of contradictions and turns around, I ended in a Motel, they gave me a second floor room. I took my cedar chest bottom and my oil paintings and stayed for two days. During that time I loved my Lord in His Passion, I cried because the crown of thorns that I placed upon His Holy Head with my swearing, and I painted Jesus Meeting His Mother in Calvary, and realized that it was the Holy Moment in which her soul was pierced by a lance so the thoughts of many hearts would be revealed. The next day, I took a walk in the afternoon, and knew that a car with a Saint came to see me from afar for Holy Spirit made me bow. They passed twice. I also found a green thorny stem among the snow dried weeds. I cut it and weaved a crown of thorns for myself, and I wore it in expiation for my sins. The thorns were really small, I pushed them down, but not for long. I took it off and kept it for many years. This crown of thorns had two white flowers for the tribulations inflicted to the priests of the Lord.
Father didn't have a moment of solace ever again, for the torn priests still in me. We were one, like it or not. I must say, that this relationship always rocked between love and hatred. I was responsible for a Priest of Melchizedek to lose the single-hood of his mind and soul. He was crowded not only with me, but also with the presence of Archangel*. When he got wearied for the lack of privacy and silence for prayer-my fault, he punished me, and although I would like to return the favor, I always ended forgiving him and taking the strife as part of my 'learning to be a saint' process.
I must also say that regardless of all the trials that the two priests had placed on me, they never stopped fighting for me. Both priests fought against forces of evil for space of two years. In their last fight, Holy Spirit defeated and destroyed the demon that had trapped our souls and I fell sleep. They were very much surprised when I woke up the next morning for I was soul-less. They told me that they took the appendix of my soul that was left and send it to Heaven, God the Father said “No, Thank You.” I was devastated for there was not going to be the Hope of Heaven for me.
By December 2008, I had quit Gerber Life because they wanted to hire me permanently and the priests couldn't stand my work load, they presented me with a mental vision of them collapsing in exhaustion. Due to my inexplicable instability and excessive fervor for God, Brian asked me to go to the Psychiatric Hospital and I agreed to prove him wrong. But I learned the rough way that I was giving up my rights to argue for my sanity. They even took me to court to force me to take the medication. The next year, I went back to the Hospital willingly because the priests told me that I had the Anti-Christ in me and was talking about forcing me to kill my family. I got scared and ran to the police and put a show to be committed. From this experience, I learned that nobody can force you to do nothing as long as you follow the Will of God. This time I requested permission to bring my oil paints and canvas; and in my three week stay, I finished Mater Lacrimosa which represented the sufferings of the Church and by the priests and me, and the Last Kiss, a painting in which Blessed Mother's hand appeared miraculously toward herself. Consoling the crucified Jesus that although the cure said was him in order to get the paint; Blessed Mother revealed to me in 2011, that was me. By the end of my stay, I have gained the favor of the staff who didn't believed that I was crazy, but were convinced that I was afflicted by demons. And this time I was, not only afflicted by demons, but also by the Psychics and mediums.
By 2010 we had moved to an Apartment in Grand Rapids. One morning, I ran into an African American neighbor and took a glance at him and greeted him. At that instance, I felt the pull again of my soul and I knew I got connected to him. He wasn't a Saint. He was a demon, a demon who shared my thoughts. The man lived alone and his apartment was just above us. He followed me in his apartment to whatever room I went in mine. For example, if I went to the kitchen, he went too and opened the faucet. If I went to the bathroom, he did the same. Another torment was that the word 'nigger' started popping out in my mind, constantly, and I kept mentally apologizing to him. Little I know that was his demon calling me brother. My nights were total torment, I could see the faces of the mediums, attacking me at my room. I looked for exorcisms and used blessed water to no avail. The priests kept guard of me and warned me when demons were around. They were free to leave me, but they stuck by my side, even when it meant stressful nights. The two priests asked me to sleep with Andrea, in the living room, because the demon saw her soul and wanted to corrupt her. The man brought to his apartment 2 Vodoo men and in my mind they appeared above us and told me that they will possess us and kill us. I jumped out of the folding bed and stayed up all night. The situation got so tense, that I called a friend and told her to pick me up that the guy up stairs was a medium and was persecuting me. I ended in the Hospital again, this time at Muskegon, MI, because Pine Rest didn't want to accept me anymore. It was there that I had to witness, how evil was killing souls, by giving them black hosts. One of those souls was the one of my grandfather, who they had stolen from Purgatory. I kept reading the scriptures because demons of the those with dementia and depression kept possessing me in my mind and mentally swearing.
In 2011, we learned many hidden truths. It was the year in which we fought a Spiritual Armageddon against the dark forces in the planet. By now, nothing scared me. The battle was ensued when evil attacked the Church. Black Magic, White Magic and Vodoo, commanded by the former Lucifer, Satan and Evil, were killing the Saints of the Church. They died in their sleep, but God woke them up and made restitution of their souls. And then I became the battleground of the Lord, for a spiritual warfare started against my family and me. I believed that the presence of the priests who after their liberation, had brought to my being many graces. These unimaginable graces of the Holy Spirit bestowed upon the priests, the miracles toward my friends, and my family and mine Redemption made me more humble. I was and am the Canaanite woman in Mathew 15: 25-27, and outsider of the Church, unable to partake of the Church's graces. I am the one to whom the Lord said, “It is not right to take the food of the children and throw it to the dogs.” And to the Lord I reply as she did: “Please Lord, for even the dogs eat the scraps that fell from the table of their masters.” I am the dog, the Perrilla waiting for the scraps to fall from the table of my Master.” All the sufferings imposed by the presence of the ‘cure’ and the poor priest that had to help him, had help me to achieve holiness and the borderline of schizophrenia blurred into the paranormal of heavenly experience.
I was able to talk to the Kingdom, God the Father Almighty, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit and Blessed Mother too without a merit of my own. They Counseled me, Guided me, Tought me, Correct me, Loved me, and Saved my life in many occasions.
As God's battleground. Evil started sending the soul of the dying Saints to my body. I couldn't believed! It was almost irrational! In the midst of the Battle, I had become the ground of departure of souls to Heaven and the Archangels made sure that no even one soul were lost. It was extenuating. But I was ready to die for my God Almighty and Holy Spirit. I lost my Spiritual eyes to Evil, and as the battleground I was a cadaver shredded to pieces. Our Spiritual body is like a Spiritual Membrane that encases our souls. I don't have a soul with me, but Saints can see my spiritual body without my eyes. After our first battle, I was granted Redemption, by God Almighty, first, and then by Holy Spirit of Love, who uncovered my soul in His Redemption.
After the first battle, I realized that from the beginning, the Holy Spirit loved me very much for its own reasons and He, since my birth, had given me the Grace of Loving God regardless of my sinfulness and along with God Almighty, He Protected my soul. It is through the Love planted in me by the Holy Spirit since birth that regardless of the evil in me, I still pointing to God. Like a compass which regardless of its position in the world, it is always pointing North.
After the uncovering of my soul by the Holy Spirit, Jesus took pity on me and Redeemed me three times. the Church blamed me for the attacks of Evil since they have been blinded by the hurts that I caused to the priests of Grand Rapids with all the swearing. Once they understood that I was a mere tool to battle Evil, they forgave me too. That was my sixth redemption.
We fought our battles as a team made by Angel-souls of living Saints. Jesus name us: The Warriors of Anima Christy, with Him as the chief Commander and lead by St. Michael the Archangel, who also fought along with us to his collapse at the second battle. With Jesus' approval, we designed a shield to be pass on among the team members on earth. The shield was divided into quarters. The first quarter was a red fleur de lis, that symbolized the purity and passion of the team members, lilies in the garden of Blessed Mother. The Dove of the Holy Spirit, for the Graces bestowed upon them. The hand of God and the crown and scepter of Jesus Kingship to whom they pledged obedience, and an embroidery depicting the 'I' and 'M' of Immaculate Mary in representation of the Church and Blessed Mother's protection.
As la Perrilla and the battleground of the Lord, it was understood that I couldn't return to my body, nor my soul could be in purgatory for the demons were stealing and destroying my family's souls for eternity. I lost my Grandfather while my dad and my uncle kept hiding in purgatory for fear of being destroyed. Thus, the biggest Grace granted by the Holy Hosts was the Redemption and protection of the souls of my immediate family. The souls of my daughters were also taken to Heaven. Andrea spiritual body was shredded like mine. She was attacked for her beauty and she keeps in the silence of her heart some of the vexation that she suffered. My father, my uncle and I were in secluded places in Heaven unable to move from because we were deserving of Purgatory. I was shunned and had to shed a lot of tears for my Redemption. There, God allowed me to be the friend of the shunned Saints; specifically, St. John Paul II.
Yes, John Paul II, the great, wasn't so in Heaven. As Angelica Zambrano, a Pentecostal girl from Ecuador, witnessed, John Paul was punished with visiting hell with a serpent around His neck, why? Because he knew the truth, but didn't spoke the truth: the Crying Wall, and other minor instances. However, what condemned him to such fate was his great friend Marcial Maciel, founder of the Legionaries of Christ. John Paul II received him many times in Rome, but he didn't know of the depravity of his friend until John Paul II received the kingdom. It was November 2004, when Maciel visited John Paul for a last time. This time, John Paul II had the Kingdom and when he blessed his forehead, John Paul burnt his fingers and when Maciel held John Paul II's hand, John Paul II knew that Maciel was a demon, a 'Babar' as I call the living demons of priests since their noses look like elephants' trunks. What Jesus wasn't aware of, was that Maciel's demon had placed a curse on John Paul II, who couldn't write because of his Parkinson, and now due to the curse couldn't speak about the true of Maciel to condemn him. However, John Paul II, became a great Saint in heaven because his sacrifice. I, by being hollow, had constant invasion of demons in my head. And in order for me to be able to work with the Church's Redemption, we had to control the invasion for awhile. This bring us to another story, the condemnation of Garabandal believers. Yes, Blessed Mother revealed to us that Conchita never saw or receive messages from her. That the Virgin of Garabandal is false because Blessed Mother always wears her veil since the age of 6. Therefore the believers of Garabandal are condemned to hell for supporting a blasphemer like Conchita – a demon who delights in pulling many holy souls into the Abyss. We were discovering the sinfulness of Conchita, when we thought how unfair it was that sou ls like Fr. J. Pelletier, a Marian priest, would be condemned to hell because believing in Garabandal. So the Archangelito searched for him in hell and found him. Pelletier told him that there was a group of former saints that regardless of being demons kept together praying for their Redemption. It happened to be, that a group of Holy Priests was condemned for believing in Garabandal and they gathered the Garabandal faithful that recently arrived into hell, and kept them undefiled through prayer. They were 11 Holy Priests and 100 faithful souls. The faithful souls were redeemed and the Priests were asked to help by being demons in my head. That was when John Paul II, volunteered from Heaven to become one of them to Redeem his own faults. John Paul tried to make me a Saint, but we didn't have enough time to do so. It was during the presence of the 'holy' demons that we purified the Church from Babars. God granted Redemption to all of those priests whose souls had turned into Babars, if they would convert and confess after hearing Archangelito and me preaching to them. Rome was cleansed from Babars. Pope Benedict XVI gained sainthood and we were satisfied with our participation in the Redemption of the Church. However, it is impossible to totally get rid of Babars in the the Church because of our faulty human nature.
To close I must talk about the fourth member of the Holy Host, Blessed Mother and her forgiveness of me. She despised me. I didn't know that calling her Mother offended Her so much and it did, because I had a beast trapped in me. Every communion, I had asked for Her intercession so in the way that She received the Son at the foot of the cross, She might receive Him in my heart. She told us that she despised it very much, but because it was during communion, She allowed. Although, I could never finish a rosary prayer because She didn't allowed.
During my life, my relationship with Blessed Mother got lukewarm because in my family my parents were devoted to the Virgin of Coromoto, and later on Our Lady of Louvre, but they were sinners. They had a time in which they attended meetings of prayers with Santeros, because they had befriended one of them, Carola de Lorenzo. In fact, was Carola de Lorenzo who told my mother that the Servant of Maria Esperanza Medrano de Bianchini was a very good friend of her. They both used to 'smoke the tobacco' in her hacienda de Betania. When I saw a biography of her as a modern mystic in a link in the site of St. Gemma of Galgani, in the internet, I got upset and I told a saint that she was false. He checked out in Heaven, and at that time, she was in Purgatory because she never told the truth about herself. At the moment of this writing, she is a redeemed in heaven along with her oldest daughter. The reason for why she went to purgatory was that she never spoke the truth about her past as a psychic and as santera although many graces were bestowed upon her.
I want to say that it is not the first time that a saint reunited souls in Heaven. He did so with Aurlette Maatala and her son Enson. Interceding for Enson who the saint found out had a Vodoo spirit who affected him with bad thoughts and produced the voices that he heard and made him schizophrenic. However, the mind of his soul was fine. He was in Purgatory because of it. Thus, a saint who I confused with the ‘cure’ participated in the affairs of heaven for the redemption of souls.
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