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The illest omen of them all…
December 31, 2022 - by LH - 9 Comments.
Today is the day Pope Benedict XVI has died.
Is there something going on here that we do not immediately see, and what does this mean?
First, consider some numbers.  This day—which happens to be a Saturday, the seventh day of the week—also happens to be the seventh day of the Christmas octave.  Seven is a holy number of God, and it feels as though we see His fingerprint on the timing of this situation. Furthermore, this day is the last day of the year.  And so, we can say that this pope would not live to see the end of his final Christmas octave, his final Christmastide, or even the final hours of this monumental year. 
It is curious and ominous that Benedict appears to be barred from seeing 2023 in this life.  Just as Moses was not allowed into the Promised Land, so also Pope Benedict will not be allowed to step into the “promised land” of the New Order Church he worked so hard to facilitate.
Next, I want to immediately point out that Pope Benedict died on the Christmastide Feast of St. Sylvester.  St. Sylvester is the 31st pope, and his feast day is the 31st day of December. Does Pope Benedict have anything else in common with St. Sylvester?  Definitely.
Pope Benedict is like an opposite—a negative image—to Pope Sylvester.  A doppleganger.
St. Sylvester was the first pope to not live an uncertain life of danger, persecution, bondage, or martyrdom.  He lived at the dawn of Christendom, when Christianity became publicly accepted and sanctioned.  He was alive during The Council of Nicea, and he lived in a time when holy church fathers had to stand fast and overturn the deeply evil heresy of Arianism.
Pope Benedict is the opposite.  He’s been a prisoner for years.  At first, he was an ever-present soft target amidst a cadre of spiteful prelates who watched his every move.  And once he became the Supreme Pontiff, he would eventually flee “for fear of the wolves,” leaving a partial resignation that’s troubled the faithful to this day, and spending the rest of his years under watchful eyes, a prisoner in the Vatican.  This is the opposite of how St. Sylvester ruled.
Furthermore, unlike The Council of Nicea, this pope participated in the bent council of Vatican II, and he’d live through a handful of even greater corrupting synods that further distorted authentic Catholicism.  Pope Benedict tried to maintain a continuity between Catholicism and this New Order that Bergoglio is forcing into existence, but ultimately, his successor would make it absolutely clear with his own words that there never ever was a “hermeneutic of continuity.”  With Bergoglio’s Project-Gladio-Deep-State-World-Economic-Forum religion, Chrislam, just on the horizon for 2023, it is clear that we are about to see both the end of the public Mass and Christendom as we know it.
Moreover, while the noblest men of Pope St. Sylvester’s day fought with their lives against the satanic heresy of Arianism, Pope Benedict did the opposite.  He, rather, did his best to soften up the laity across the world to the traps and lies of this incoming new false religion.  He was there at its foundation.  He lived in the moments in which the Church decided to ignore Heaven, ignore Our Lady, and hide away the Third Secret of Fatima that warned of all of this.
St. Sylvester was there at the dawn of Christendom.  Pope Benedict died at its sunset.  St. Sylvester brought life and vitality to the world, as the gospels would be spread to the ends of the earth at Christendom’s peak.  Pope Benedict brought the Church euthanasia. 
The two men are bookends for Catholicism.  There is a lot of symmetry in this situation.  And this is why Pope Benedict’s death on St. Sylvester’s feast day once more shows that there is a Creator, that there’s an order to history, and that what is to come might very well resemble those centuries before St. Sylvester’s reign.
Indeed, I find this circuмstance just as striking as that moment when lightning struck the Vatican upon Benedict’s resignation.  I think that next year and in the years after, we will no longer have to look for subtle, nuanced signs and coincidences anymore to appreciate the times we live in—as the miraculous and the diabolical will be very obvious and public for the entire world to see.
UPDATE: I found this to be a very interesting observation from St. Louis Catholic:



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Feasting & Good Times Are Over. Time For Tribulation.

January 6, 2023 - by LH - 3 Comments.

“And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour.” – Book of the Apocalypse 8:1
Today is Twelfth Night. It is the final day of the Christmastide. It is the last opportunity for feasting, partying, and seasonal Saturnalia. This, our last chance to enjoy rest and merriment. What a strange thing, then, that we are burying a pope on such a day. Strange, but not so strange.
Recall, if you will, that Pope Benedict XVI died on the Feast of St. Sylvester—once and for all demonstrating his role as the latter bookend to Christendom as we know it. For, just as St. Sylvester showed himself to be the beginning of a Christian era, punctuated with a good and holy council that vigorously fought against heresy, so now do we see Benedict showing himself to be the end of a Christian era, in a time that punctuates itself with a bend council, evil synods, and the embrace of heresies.
St. Malachy refers to Pope Benedict XVI as “The Glory of the Olive,” but to whom was Pope Benedict’s olive branch offered? To the world? To modernism? What was this man, if not a bridge that tried to unite absurd apostasy with authentic Catholicism? And yet, we now know there never was any kind of a “hermeneutic of continuity” between Catholicism and the nєω ωσrℓ∂ σr∂єr. It was a silly myth that Pope Francis finally admitted with Traditionis Custodes.
Goodbye, Holy Father.
Silence in Heaven for Half an Hour
With all of that said, and as we enter this period of not-Christendom and prepare to eat bugs, live in pods, and watch World War III usher in the nєω ωσrℓ∂ σr∂єr, we find ourselves in a brief transitional period. How long have we been in this period? How long until the floodgates of punishment open? How long is this calm before the storm? At the beginning of this article, we read that Heaven was silent for half an hour before the opening of the seventh seal. How truly long has this “half hour” been for all of us, here in the earthly world? Is the “half hour” the period of 60 years since Vatican II? Is this “half hour” the almost 100 years since the Holy Virgin appeared to Lucy for the official request for Russia’s consecration?
And as to that latter question, let’s remember something Christ said to Sister Lucy in 1931, when it was clear that the pope in the Vatican would NOT heed Heaven’s command to consecrate Russia:In that statement, God reminds us that in 100 years TO THE DAY that the French king failed to consecrate France to the Sacred Heart, his grandson was dethroned for this negligence, and a few years later he was brutally killed. If Russia is not properly consecrated to the Virgin’s Immaculate Heart, we are doomed to see a repeat of history on a terrifying global scale.
And, on a side note, I cannot help but wonder if the gravity of this very moment in mankind’s history has not also struck Pope Francis as of late, given the reality that his illegitimately resigned predecessor was on the verge of death. In his homily on December 11th, he said that we are living in a “bitter time, filled with the rumbling of war, growing injustice, famine, poverty and suffering,’ but at this ‘bleak and disconcerting’ time, there are ‘omens of even greater destruction and desolation‘.
As Anthony Stine has recently said about this, it is rare to hear anything apocalyptic from Francis like this. He sounds like a Fatimist, and perhaps it’s because Francis is panicking–as he’s more privy to greater, more alarming facts than anyone else on earth. After all, Bergoglio is both a friend to the nєω ωσrℓ∂ σr∂єr, and also he has likely read the Third Secret of Fatima. (Most certainly, Michael Hichborn of the Lepanto Institute may have a thought or two on this, but more of that later.)
I Saw Something Highly Interesting Today…
As I reflected upon Benedict this morning, something came across my desk. It was a piece of information that has dominated my mind all day. I learned about Fr. Oliveira, a Brazilian priest who lives in Rio Grande do Sul, Southern Brazil. I find his name striking, as it calls to mind my memories of Pope Benedict.
Apparently, the man had a vision that Pope Benedict would die this year.But, of course, there was so much more to his visions than merely that. And at this moment, I must admit I’m convinced of this priest and what he saw.

• A vision of Hell and the angels standing against it
• Visions of Benedict’s funeral, including details of “fake tears” and hidden, evil joy during his funeral that would turn into grief for people
• Inner locutions about future events, such as diplomatic attempts by Pope Francis with Russia, Francis reluctantly signing an agreement that involves the West and Africa, and a vision of Francis walking through a destroyed Rome
• Allusions to the year 2029, and perhaps specifically the date September 23rd—that this could be the year and the date that a massive global die-off occurs
• Visions of details that involve miracles, illuminated crosses that the faithful will see upon each other’s foreheads during a time of fleeing and relocation to refuges.  Visions of the Mark of the Beast—all of this leading up to the Conflagration
• Visions of the Conflagration, itself, which Trads recognize as The Three Days of Darkness.

One of Fr. Oliveria’s particular Three Days of Darkness visions really sticks with me, even now:Legitimacy and Implications of Fr. Oliveria’s Visions
These are unapproved visions, to be sure.  They took place from 2003 until as recently as February of 2022.  But given the times we live in, I simply cannot see any kind of an approved and authentically Catholic mystical episode ever being approved ever again post-Benedict.  And, after all, do not the Scriptures tell us that men will see visions and dream dreams?  Surely, you do not think these sorts of visions never happen unless the Church approves them, do you?
I will include the full transcript of Fr. Oliveria’s visions below.  They are being copied and republished here with the full permission of my online colleague, Carlos Caso-Rosendi, who originally posted this series of visions on his blog:
Visions And Prophecies of Fr. Oliveira
In the meantime, certainly, Oliveria’s visions have gained some legitimacy, owing to his March 2020 vision of Pope Benedict passing away in 2022.  And, it is because of Benedict’s recent death and burial that I mention Fr. Oliveria today.  But will his other locutions and dreams prove accurate?  This remains to be seen. 
If Fr. Oliveria is correct, however, then we are about to experience a global tribulation the likes of which has never been seen before, and it would be best if we learn to not panic as we slowly starve.  Furthermore, if this is all truly Heaven-sent, then this means we have only seven more years until the Final Blow.  That is, 84 months until we witness something as grim and Biblical as Noah’s Flood.  And let me just remind you: Noah was a heavy drinker and possibly dealing with post traumatic stress disorder after his experience with the Ancient Apocalypse.
Some Catholics made recently aware of Fr. Oliveria’s visions compare them with those of Fr. Rodrique of Canada.  But I would warn that the latter travels with questionable people and promotes Garabandal and Medjugorje, two likely false apparitions that are unworthy of consideration.  Will I eventually think the same of Fr. Oliveria? I do not rule that out.
Finally, if it is true that Bergoglio is destined to be the pope who walks amid the ruins of Rome, then that would mean the past mystics and perhaps even Heaven views this man as being a pope.  Or shall I say, a pope of some kind.  Even though in the obvious legal sense, Benedict’s resignation and Bergoglio’s ascent were both illegal, if this is all true, then Heaven is “going with it.”  Certainly, the Church on Earth is “going with it.” 
Yet, my doubts about Bergoglio remain.  At best, he will only be able to ever be a Caiaphas in my mind.  He fits the bill as “The Destroyer” of the St. Francis of Assisi prophecy.  He is clearly the bad pope of the Fatima prophecy.  And I dare not rule him out as the False Prophet, and the Beast of the Land, spoken of in Scriptures.  But will everyone—including the Queen of Heaven—just go ahead and recognize him as having papal authority?  I suppose I cannot rule this out.
To which, I remind my readers of the following, courtesy of Ann Barnhardt:If the pro-Francis-is-pope community can insist upon the technicalities of recognizing this horrible man as—technically—having papal authority, then I will likewise insist they recognize the technicalities showing this is all one big dubious farce.  And I’m absolutely POSITIVE the sedes have even MORE to say about technicalities.  I mean, really, I must ask: at what point do we just start blowing off technical details?  What is the threshold for just “going by our feelings?”
If we’re going to play that game, throw up our hands, and then go ahead and say, “Sure, Bergoglio’s the pope,” then perhaps we may want to consider some speculation from Michael Hichborn, who recently said on Facebook:So now what are we to believe? That the Holy Spirit will move into Bergoglio now, and that regret will fill his heart, and he will work to reverse his destruction upon the Catholic Church? After all, if you recall, he sounded like an apocalyptic Fatamist only a month ago, just as Benedict was fading from this world.
Conclusions…
The only thing we can conclude is that we can conclude nothing. So much is up in the air right now, thanks to an utter and complete loss of leadership—even token leadership—on every level.
And with that, I leave you with this, perhaps, prophetic and foreshadowing painting of Saint Benedict enraptured in a religious ecstasy during a solar eclipse—a metaphorical image I find most appropriate at this moment.


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Visions And Prophecies of Fr. Oliveira, originally posted at the Carlos Caso-Rosendo blog:
Visions and dreams
2003 – The Dream of the Three Days of Darkness – Date undefined
I can’t remember exactly the date of the first time I had this dream. I’m just sure it started in 2003. I kept having this same dream for 16 years, with varying frequency either once or twice a week, sometimes complete and in some occasions truncated when I woke up in the middle of the dream. Over the years, what varied were the people and the place where the events occurred. But the facts themselves, including the things I heard and said, were always the same.
In January 2019, after I told a family member the dream, I never had it again. I hadn’t told anyone about the dream until that day, because it was the day I read for the first time the alleged letters of Padre Pio about the three days of darkness. The resemblance was so close that I had no choice but to reveal what had been my experience for so many years.
Description of the dream
The dream always started the same way. I was standing by the door of a house (as I said, over the years the place varied in appearance). I was outside, looking up to the sky. At one point, I saw [the sun disc] reddened, but in a tone different from that of dusk or dawn. The sun was close to the horizon. There was [something] like fire in the sky, with a color between bright red and blue. There [were things] resembling clouds, but as I had never seen them before, they looked like fire [to me].
Then I saw many birds. I remember first seeing them all flying in the same direction. Then it got dark too quickly, in a manner similar to when a storm is approaching. At that moment, there was always someone close to me (the person also varied throughout the dreams) who asked the question: “What is happening?” My answer was always the same as well: “It’s starting!” It felt very cold at that point. Then I saw myself already inside the house.
[Someone] was boarding the windows, with wood, carton, blankets, etc. The materials I was using at this point also varied over the years, but the task was always the same: we were closing all the openings in the place. There were several people with me, all of whom I knew. They were helping to close windows and doors, carrying food or blankets from one side or the other. Always in this part of the dream, someone started to question everything saying things like: “This is not necessary! It’s an exaggeration! They’ve already said on television that this was going to happen!” and I always ended ordering them to continue doing the work.
Two details that happened every time were:  looking at my reflection in a window and noticing my white hair and beard; and whenever we were almost done closing everything, some acquaintance arrived at the last minute, and great relief was felt.
The dream sequence remained the same. From that point on, everything was very dark. I couldn’t make out the faces of everyone in the house; the number seemed to be between 20 and 30 people. A light was turned on, always in the center. The first time I dreamed, there were candles (about five or six) large and small placed in the center of the room. At other times it was a fireplace (this was repeated a lot), but always with candles in front, or emergency lights along with candles.
In the third part of the dream everyone gathered in the dark, with some small light in the middle. Everyone had a rosary in hand. Someone always said at this moment that “it’s too cold”, and my answer was the same: “It’s already started, we better pray and keep silent”. After that moment came the worst part of the dream.
I began to hear noises like lightning and thunder; sometimes it sounded like bombs going off, strong wind and whistling. Through the few cracks that remained, you could see the light flashing from these rays or bombs (it is difficult to know where the light was coming from). The fear we felt was great at that time. There was a tremor in the house through the floor and walls.
The sequence continued in a disturbing way. I started to hear screams and a lot of noise outside, as if a lot of people were running through the streets. There were gunshots, things breaking, people screaming, sounds of animals such as pigs, horses and oxen. If I could describe this sound as the “sound of hell”, I wouldn’t hesitate to call it that way. At this moment, someone always approached the window, as if wanting to spy on what was going on outside the house; I would get up and immediately say: “Stay away from the windows, don’t look out!”
The dream always ended the same way. I was gathered with some people, around a small light, locked in a house, with this “hell” going on outside, everyone, looking at the candlelight. Sitting on a small stool, I kept saying to myself: “we only have to endure three days, in three days it will pass”. I never dreamed beyond this moment. Either he woke up earlier, or at that very moment.
June 5th, 2015 – The 27 stanzas
This was the most enigmatic phenomenon I have ever experienced. I celebrated two Masses and then went home. I was alone in the parish. After showering, praying, and having dinner I sat down to get some rest. I found myself wandering through my thoughts, thanking God for the day.
It was then that I entered a state of altered consciousness. I believe it was a kind of ecstasy, similar to what I had once experienced in 2006 during a retreat when Jesus told me three things that have now come to pass. I must classify the phenomenon as an inner locution.
I heard a voice, which I firmly believe was angelical for the feeling was one of deep security. I couldn’t discern if it was my guardian angel or another one sent by the Lord, because I didn’t see his image, I just heard his voice. He asked me to write down everything he was about to say.
The phenomenon seemed to last about half an hour. In the end, almost three hours passed, which left me confused by the time lapse. Below is the text of what that angel asked me to write.
O prophet, read the signs of the times
And transcribe in veiled words
For only those destined for the discernment of spirits
Will understand their meaning and force.
Therefore you, to whom I address this prophecy,
Show it only to those I indicate to you,
So that they act neither with fear nor afraid of the truth
What am I going to order you?
[Note: After saying this, there was a period of silence. Then he resumed speaking and only stopped when he finished, which makes me think that the verses start from here.]
Evil grows and walks in darkness.
Few are those who know it,
Few are the ones who will find out.
The shadow that walks among you
It’s called schism, division!
He who defends the wicked and beats the righteous
He neither sees nor hears.
The proud man who calls himself a saint,
In the blindness of his pride,
He’ll be the first to fall in battle.
The elder, who understands the Word, warns.
The wise young man denounces.
Both will not fail to fall
From the blow of the instigator.
The words of the free unite
With the words of those under the yoke of rules,
For both will be tormented
By the same evil arising from the abyss.
The herd will be dispersed.
The shepherd will be isolated.
Not even the most faithful will be,
In this destruction, spared.
The heart of the good will be confused.
The heart of the wicked will rejoice.
The madness of gold will take its place,
And the child of error will freely walk.
Sorrow and fury will come
As never seen before. Many
Will wish to die, will wish not to see
What is coming upon them.
The staff is on the floor.
The king’s house is empty.
For the Lord of Truth who dwelt there
Has now no place to camp there.
Like the empty attic,
Such is the father’s heart.
So follow the advice of the wicked
And you will not know where you’re going anymore.
All this will be cause
For the wrath of the One who judges
And the gates of Hades will open,
Putting holy souls on the run.
But I called by name
The children of this time.
They will be like a beacon in the dark of night
And a breath of fresh air for every soul.
They will have to ally with the militias on high
And forge their souls without minding weariness,
For these are the stones of Him who plows the mountains,
The strength that will defeat the deceiver.
The moon will be full
And that week the eyes shall not sleep,
For after the fall of evil,
A vigil shall arise.
Those who were called,
Will have to summon their own
For, in the coming time of darkness
Their children will keep watch with them.
Fake tears will fall
And the funeral procession will hide the joy of those present,
But this joy will be turned into greater grief
If sentries are absent.
He who reads the words of this prophecy well,
has understood already
the kind of evil that is to come
And the wretched evil that has already happened.
You must be ready
For darkness that will arise
And you must become strong sentinels
So that other worse evil cannot come.
The prophecy heard will bring peace,
The rejection of it will call doom
Upon the ignorant.
The one who says this prophecy
Knows the meaning of the signs.
He tells the truth and hopes his brother
Will understand as light goes through glass.
The light will come,
Evil will be defeated.
The children of this time will ask themselves:
After all, wasn’t this our real mission?
Since when was darkness greater than light?
Don’t be fooled
By the snares of the seducer.
The time has come and it has begun
The times of pain and fury.
Only the one who opens his eyes
Will pass through the eye of the needle.
The Lord has already prepared
The ordeal of our time
And the lands shaped like a shoe will know
The force of the storm and the wind.
But the tree that withstands the storm
Becomes strong and invincible.
He who heard the prophecy and understood it
He will have a tender heart again.
And you prophet, prepare your soul
For suffering and pain.
You will be mistreated and persecuted
Because you said everything with fervor.
After three times and a quarter of a time,
Your peace will come.
You will be remembered as a prophet,
Even if some today consider you a mere boy.
Close the book and rest,
Hold fast in living hope
Of the one who tells you these words:
Don’t lose confidence.
Amen, amen.
[Note: There are many possible interpretations of this text. In this case, I will leave it to the reader to draw their own conclusions, because, for me, until today, this has been the most complex phenomenon I have ever experienced.]
July 1st, 2016 – The vision of the gates of hell
During the night I awoke suddenly and, as if in a fright, had a vision. I was sitting on my bed; then it was like being somewhere else. I can’t exactly tell whether it was a dream or a vision, because in the end I found myself lying down again.
I was in front of a huge iron gate. The gate was very high, like a ten-story building. I could hear, coming from behind that gate, many screams and strange sounds, like a crowd of people fighting and screaming in despair. It was embedded in a gigantic wall, which extended far to the right and left. I couldn’t see its boundary, for not only was it very wide, it was also quite dark. This wall was not built with cut and polished rocks but they were more like  a huge mountain made of rough  stones.
There were some large, loose rocks near the entrance to the gate. Suddenly, one of those stones was taking the form of a grotesque creature. I will try to explain: think of a hairless cat the size of a man, with grayish green skin with many wounds, deformed legs and arms, a human face with holes for eyes. That being, certainly a demon, stood up and looked in my direction. He came walking up to me, I felt very scared. Then he spoke:
Demon: I will bring you here! Thou shall not escape! There are many like you in here!
Me: What are you telling me? What place is this?
Demon: This place is ours! And we’ll do anything to drag you in here!
Me: You can try to do whatever you want, my God and your Lord is the one who knows all things.
Then the demon began to laugh and mock, insulting me with various curses as a slave to the Woman, cursed, worm, etc.
Demon: Do you think you can dominate us?
Me: No, I can’t, but God willing, He can deliver me. You can try to bring me here, and if God allows it, it’s because I deserve it. But even if you bring me here, you can no longer drag with you those whom the Lord has already saved and will save through my ministry. It’s not me who does it, it’s all the work of the Lord.
He was very enraged and came against me. Many other rocks also transformed into these beings and surrounded me from all sides. I thought it would be torn apart. However, just before they touched me, they looked in amazement behind me and backed away in great fear. I turned around and saw that, next to and on top of a larger rock, there was a huge angel with more than 3 or 4 meters in height. He was dressed in dark blue robes, with a hood over his head, very large and dark wings, a scythe in his hands and a fair and very handsome face. His eyes were clear and his demeanor irradiated a peace I can’t describe.
I looked towards the demons and they were all down, as if trying to protect themselves. I turned back to the angel and asked who he was. He didn’t say anything, he just showed me that huge sickle, and on it appeared the numbers 33 + 12 written on it, like a glowing fire. I didn’t understand. Then he raised the scythe towards me and I saw nine people lit up around me. I couldn’t make out their faces as they seemed to be of pure light. The nine people around me held hands and disappeared.
A sort of luminous ring formed around me. Another luminous person appeared on my right side. He touched my shoulder with one hand and with the other he touched the glowing ring. At that moment, the ring’s light seemed to increase greatly and the demons all fled and turned to stone again. I also started to emit light, and I was looking at my hands. Then everyone disappeared and I was left alone with the angel. He smiled at me, pointed again at the scythe with the numbers written on it, and disappeared. Then I woke up from that state, I was in my bed again. I took the Bible, opened it and read Ecclesiasticus 14: 11
QUOTE INSERTED BY TRANSLATOR: [“My son, if thou have any thing, do good to thyself, and offer to God worthy offerings. Remember that death is not slow, and that the covenant of hell hath been shewn to thee: for the covenant of this world shall surely die.  Do good to thy friend before thou die, and according to thy ability, stretching out thy hand give to the poor.  Defraud not thyself of the good day, and let not the part of a good gift overpass thee. Shalt thou not leave to others to divide by lot thy sorrows and labors?” (Ecclesiasticus 14:11-15 Douay-Rheims)]
Interpretation: I think that the Lord, in His infinite mercy, wanted to show me the hatred that hell has for priests. It also seemed to me to be a warning that the coming years would be difficult years for priests. I was 33 years old at the time, I think 33 + 12 is the next twelve years, or the time it would take until I was 45, that is, 2029. Another intuition I had about the nine enlightened people might be the need that priests have to ally themselves with the holy angels (who make up 9 choirs) and their guardian angel (who would be the tenth person inside the circle that touched my shoulder) in these years of spiritual combat. The angel in the dark robes, in my opinion, was the angel of the end times. The scythe, before a sign of death, is a sign of harvest, therefore, the end of a period, which makes me think of a time of combat until 2029. This is my personal interpretation.
July 28, 2017 – The vision of the blood entering the Church
It was a Friday afternoon, around 3 p.m. I was at church getting things ready to start a couples retreat. Suddenly I began to hear, through inner locution, someone saying repeatedly: September 23! Sometimes shouting, sometimes talking, but always with an expression of haste. I didn’t see anything, I just heard.
I started to think about a number of things, because September 23 is the birthday of a close relative of mine, it is also St. Padre Pio’s day, and the day of my consecration to the Holy Angel. However, nothing seemed to have anything to do with what he was hearing.
I asked aloud a few times if it was about my relative, about St. Padre Pio or about My Holy Angel, but the voice kept saying only: September 23rd.
Then I felt a sudden urge to look back. I turned my gaze to the Church door and then I had a vision. It was in exactly the same place, but everything was very dark. Through the windows I could see a lot of lightning and thunder outside, like a very strong storm. Then, dark liquid began to trickle through the front windows and under the front door of the church. It covered the floor, through the central aisle and over the benches until it reached my feet. When it arrived, I could see more clearly that it was blood. As soon as the blood touched my feet, the vision ceased.  I was never clear about the meaning of this vision.
February 11, 2020 – Vision of the Popes
It was night and I went to celebrate the Mass on the Day of Our Lady of Lourdes at the home of a family that I love very much. They have a little oratory there. During the consecration, while adoring Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament, I had a vision. The vision was like an image coming out of the Eucharist itself. There were four sharp images.
First, I saw [Pope Francis] getting on a plane, waving to the people and smiling.
The second image was that of Red Square in Russia. I saw St Basil’s Cathedral and then I saw something similar to two stars colliding and a big explosion in the sky.
The third image was the wake of the Pope Emeritus. There were few people around him and a lot of sadness.
The fourth image was of [Pope Francis] walking alone through the streets of Rome. The street’s appearance was like a post-war setting. He made his way to St. Peter’s Square, but as he got closer, iron bars were raised in front of him. The bars were like those on ancient gates, and the iron was glowing. He tried to approach [the square] but was unable to get through the bars.
September 23, 2018 – The Angel’s Warning
Every year I do a spiritual retreat by myself. On the last day of the 2018 retreat, I tried to prepare my life project for 2019. When I started writing, I thought: “I think I should do a longer project”. At that moment, I actually had a vision:
An angel was besides me, he was tall, had reddish hair, a blue belt and a white robe. He looked at me, smiled and said: In ten years, be ready!
I was in a state of astonishment, but I felt a peace and a joy that I could not explain. When I went to ask “ready for what?” but the angel had already disappeared.
I remember spending days in a state of joy and peace that I couldn’t explain either. But since that day, the year 2029 intrigues me. When transcribing this passage here, I realized that the [apparition] happened on September 23, the date I saw blood entering the church.
March 12, 2020 – The preview of future years
On this occasion, I woke up in the middle of the night, and felt a strong desire to go to the chapel. I looked up from the altar and began to have a vision: the terrestrial globe rotating, with the number of years passing on it, and below I saw a series of images. I took out my spiritual journal and started trying to describe what I was visualizing. When I transcribed the images, I described them as I thought their meaning was. Therefore, I will tell you, first, the images I saw and, later, what I felt they could mean.
I saw the number 2020. The first image was that of all the people in the world and everything else paralyzed.
I interpreted it like this: “The year 2020 will be known as the year that has not passed. People will look at this year as a stagnant year.”
Then I saw bishops closing the doors of churches and a disappointed crowd watching them from outside. In this crowd, many had a light above their heads and others pointed towards the church.
I interpreted: “The cowardice of the pastors of the Church will not be forgotten. The lay faithful will receive many special graces that will awaken many consciences. Many lay people will make serious denunciations, because of the sins of the bishops.”
I saw the Holy Father sitting at a table, with his hands on his head, in anguish and crying.
I interpreted: “The Holy Father will suffer a lot. He’s already suffering. Your greatest suffering will be in your own conscience.”
From that moment, the globe began to spin and the years passed, and many images of suffering followed. There were so many that I couldn’t write. One of them was that of poor people on the streets.
I interpreted: “This year opens a period of probation. The next few years will be one of chaos and difficulties. The end of 2020 will be marked by a lot of economic hardship.”
I saw the number 2021 and then the flags of China, the US, France and Germany being flung up, like by a football crowd.
I interpreted: “There will be some tension on the world stage and it will involve China, the US, France and Germany.”
I saw the Pope looking at the Russian flag.
I interpreted: “The Pope will approach Russia.”
I don’t know if he will go to Russia, but he was looking at the Russian flag with some hope.
I saw the flag of China. She suddenly breaks apart and something like mud starts to come out of her.
I interpreted: “Many hidden things will be revealed in China, or from China.”
I saw the American flag being burned by a bunch of people dressed in black.
I interpreted: “The US will be attacked and called the enemy of humanity”.
The expression “enemies of humanity” came clearly to my mind at that time.
I saw many people with guns in their hands and then I saw a rush through the streets.
I interpreted: “The arms industry will grow and the climate of war will be in full bloom.”
Then I saw a priest with a red flag being thrown out of a church by lay people. The church was similar to one I know, just like the one in downtown in the city where I live. Because of the similarity, I think this part refers to Brazil.
I interpreted: “In Brazil, in 2021, the communism infiltrated in the Church will be exposed.”
I thought I would have no more doubts about it.
Then I saw many priests and bishops taking off their priestly clothes. At this moment I felt great sadness.
I interpreted, “A great apostasy (or scandal, or heresy) will be seen or revealed.”
Then I saw a window being opened and then there was a very big lull. During this lull, I saw people getting ready for something, stocking up on food.
I interpreted: “A window (period) of peace will arrive between 2021 and 2022 [as the globe turned], but that peace will be like a false peace, for a short time.” I think it’s a period of preparation.
I saw the numbers 2021 and 2022 and, just below, military personnel gathering. But they were as if they were in hiding, in a secret meeting.
I interpreted: “In this period, I believe that the first conflicts will start, but the world will not know, it will not be public.”
I don’t know why, but I have the feeling that this image is quite metaphorical. This is a conflict that will not be seen openly.
Then I saw a great fire in the upper part of the terrestrial globe.
I asked myself, “Will there be any catastrophe in the northern hemisphere?”
Then I saw the president of Russia pointing at the globe and chuckling. I interpreted: “Russia will show her malice.”  Something will happen that will confirm a position of the president of Russia. His expression was like the one when you say, “I told you! I warned!”
I saw Pope Benedict XVI being prepared for burial. I asked myself, “Will the Pope Emeritus go to the Father’s house in 2022?”
Then I saw Pope Francis very hesitant to sign any docuмent. He looked at the map, on which only the West appeared (Europe, America, Africa), and hesitated to sign the docuмent.
I interpreted: “The Holy Father will have to make some very important decision that could change the course of the West.”
Then I saw the Brazilian flag smeared with blood or red paint. The Virgin Mary appeared, took the flag and shook it, brushing the dirt off the flag.
I interpreted: “In Brazil, there will be a violent period, or a great onslaught of Communism, but the Virgin will come to the country’s rescue.”
The globe continued to spin and I saw the numbers 2022 and 2023. Then I saw huge battalions marching, but the strange thing was that there was a very big silence. As in the image of the military meeting, I again felt that feeling that something was not quite as I saw it.
I asked myself: “Will there be the beginning of a war? Will she be silent?”
It was again the sense of a conflict that will not be felt or seen or heard. Here it was very difficult to understand.
Then I saw the Pope hurrying to a plane. He was accompanied by security and was almost running. I didn’t see the Pope’s face.
I felt, “The Pope will need to leave Rome for some urgent reason.”
At that moment, the globe spun and I saw the numbers 2023 and 2024. Then I saw only war. I saw people watching war scenes on television.
I asked myself, “Will the world see the horrors of war in 2024? Will this appear on televisions? Or will it be a conflict that we will only watch, not being exactly physical?”  The certainty of a conflict seemed clear to me, but the nature of it was not.
Then there was a chronological jump. On the globe, I saw the numbers from 2024 to 2029 flash by, and a great light appeared in the sky.
I interpreted: “There will be conflicts or problems until 2029. In that year, there will be some sign in the sky.”
Then I saw the Japanese flag being raised and people were applauding it.
I interpreted: “Japan will do something that will not be forgotten.”  The country will do something that will be applauded.
Then the globe stopped in 2029 and I saw many people looking at the sky.
I interpreted: “In 2029, the world will look to the sky and the conflicts and wars on Earth will have to stop.”
After that, I didn’t see anything else. It calls my attention that, again, the year 2029 appeared as the end or closure of something.
May 12, 2020 – The inner locution during a retreat
During one of the moments in the desert, during the priests’ retreat, I received a very strong interior locution. I was silent, meditating, when I felt the urge to pick up my spiritual journal and start writing down the insights I’d been having for a few months. I looked at the image of Our Lady of Fatima and felt as if she was telling me what to write. Here’s what I wrote in the diary:
“The warning approaches. The days of trial are on the horizon, like a coming storm. It is already possible to see on the horizon the heavy clouds and the storm lights. The sound of thunder can already be heard.
The sign of my Lord will be great. The world will be amazed at His power. But shortly after He gives the sign, science, in the service of the powerful, will convince many that it is a natural phenomenon, or something that does not need divine intervention to happen. The children of light, however, will know that it is a sign for them to walk to the refuges. A cross on the foreheads of the children of light will be the mark. The forehead of a child of light will have that luminous cross that only a few will be able to see.
Evil is so cunning and malicious that many, in many places in the world, will receive the mark of the beast without knowing it. Others will flee so as not to receive the mark. Still others will receive the mark in order to help the children of light.
Because, in the future, those who do not have this brand will not be able to buy or sell. Then some, spiritual martyrs, will offer their bodies in order to help the children of light. These will suffer greatly, become sick and confused. The Lord, however, will send his angels to help these poor sufferers.
The refuges will be protected by angels of great power and communication will return to being spiritual. The Lord will not forsake the children of light. Angels will bring Holy Communion to many who will take refuge in their homes. Priests who are totally surrendered to their Lord will be bilocated or mysteriously transported to different places in order to attend to the children of light. Some priests will die of exhaustion but that will be a great honor for them.
Just before the trial, the Lord will warn many priests and consecrated persons. People will see a flame before their eyes. They must follow this flame, because it is the Holy Spirit, who will be indicating a refuge. Follow that flame. The person who has the flame on top of his head, and not in front of him, is because he is already in a refuge.
They will see again the wonders that the apostles once experienced. Many souls all over the world are being warned of these things. There will be a veritable crowd, an army formed and led by Our Lady. She will personally warn many around the world just before all those  events happen. Our Lady, Our Heavenly Mother, will be the great general and, together with her children, she will march to the final battle. Before this battle, however, the world will see the battle [as if it was] from the chair of Peter. The Devil knows that Hell will never defeat the Church, that’s why he wants Peter’s throne so badly. The war for the Petrine chair has already begun. This war is the prelude to the Queen’s battle.”
February 26, 2022 – Intuition about war
Before Mass, the scene of a future war that I had visualized in March 2020 came to my mind. I had a very strong intuition to ask God if what I had seen about 2023 regarding war would happen. The answer came when I went to church.
I was celebrating Mass versus Deum, with my back to the congregation. We were seven people, counting me, at 10 p.m., as we were on vigil. As I lifted the chalice, I could see in reflection the back of the church. Through the windows, I saw flashes of bursts [of light]. The door was closed. The darkness outside the church was remarkable, and the lights that showed through the windows had the appearance of a strong storm. It was a war scene outside. During the prayer after Mass, I asked God again if there would be war in 2023. The answer was:
“The war has already started in 2020. It is just veiled, hidden. The situation is not and will not be worse because my Mother intervened. So live with joy and hope each day this year, for from next year you will see what I showed you. The places of worship and deep devotion will better withstand this time, for my angels will be in battle array, guarding such places.”



About LH
Laramie Hirsch is a red-pilled traditionalist Catholic writer. He is the author of the blogs Forge and Anvil and The Hirsch Files. His articles have appeared at blog sites such as Men of the West, Culture Wars, Stares at the World, Affirmative Right, The Counter-Revolution, and OnePeterFive. He lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

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