It has never been my intention to make myself, family or anybody else look like the biggest fools on earth but with the increasing pressure and opposition against Our Lady of Emmitsburg, it would certainly look that way. My life is no longer what I would consider a normal life. I try to keep things as normal as possible for S.C.C. and C.R.C but that is becoming increasingly difficult too. I fully realize that this whole 13, 33 and 333 thing seems absurd. I do not sit there and look at my watch or odometer or try to make it happen. It just does and I don’t know how. I only know that when it happens it is always in conjunction with something else such as the arrival or departure of a destination, a sudden out of nowhere thought that just seems to come out of nowhere. I am also urged to look when I am suddenly filled with peace that is so strong that it almost seems unearthly. It is also sometimes accompanied with a heat sensation that runs through your body. When I feel urged to look at my watch or look at my odometer it is always because it has been triggered by one of the many other events that I have described. I don’t just look at my watch for no reason. I couldn’t care less what time it is.
I am convinced that the perfect timings of 13, 33 and 333 are a personal sign to me that a supernatural element is involved and in control of everything in and related to Emmitsburg. This could never happen naturally or by chance. It is to perfect. This is the only logic I can see that makes any sense to me. It is consistent and persistent. With this said I will now try to put on paper what happened on the Feast of Corpus Christi.
Saturday June 21, 2003
I got up this morning and attended daily mass at "Parish Church". After mass I stayed and prayed the rosary. When I finished the rosary the time was 9:13. I then went to McDonald’s to pick up breakfast for S.C.C. and C.R.C. I arrived home at 9:33. I had to be back at church by 10 AM for Eucharistic Minister training to go over the new procedures that go into effect tonight at the 6PM mass with the distribution of The Precious Blood. We went over the new procedures and then I drove home and mowed grass. When I finished mowing grass I immediately got in my truck and drove to Our Lady of the Blue Ridge to pray another rosary. When I pulled out of the driveway the time on the dash was 12:33. When I arrived I prayed the Sorrowful mysteries. When I finished the rosary I looked at my watch and the time was 1:13.
I arrived home and S.C.C. asked me to help her fill out a 20 page questionnaire that she had to fill out for possible Federal jury duty in Charlottesville. They ask a lot of personal questions. We had to describe our court dealings when C.R.C was beat up. One of the questions ask you to describe any bumper stickers that are on your car. The only bumper stickers we have is a Epiphany Catholic School and Pro Life sticker so we listed it on the form. At the very instant we finished discussing this I was suddenly struck with a very strong sense of peace knowing that something as small as one pro-life bumper sticker is all it takes to change one persons mind and save one baby from death. It was so strong I looked at my watch and the time was 2:13:33.
I did more things around the house and then took a short nap on the couch downstairs. When I got up I got ready for 6 PM mass. We drove to church and I was scheduled to be the Eucharistic Minister who would help distribute the Host. Mass started and during the homily I looked and there was a beautiful halo of light surrounding the head of The Child Jesus in Mary’s arms. The halo was only around Jesus and not Mary. It was at this time that I started to think that I wanted to drive to Emmitsburg and pray the rosary at St. Joseph’s later tonight. After Communion Rob Masson sang a Latin Eucharistic Hymn and shortly after he started singing I looked over and the halo was now around the head of The Blessed Virgin Mary and not around the head of the Child Jesus. It was very bright and about the size and shape of a basket ball around Her head. It was at this time I knew I wanted to drive to St. Joseph’s and pray a rosary. Towards the end of the song I looked over and the halo formed around the head of St. Joseph. When mass was over I walked out of the church and the time was 7:13. On my way out I mentioned that Mrs. Imel died. I drove home, changed my clothes and drove to Emmitsburg because I felt that strong interior desire to be there that is unmistakable.
When I arrived at St. Joseph’s I parked, got out of the truck and immediately started the rosary. I glanced at my watch and the time was 10:33. I prayed the entire rosary and when I finished and was pulling out to go home the time was 11:33. When I pulled in my driveway the odometer was 13.
Sunday June 22, 2003
I slept a little later than I usually do and then spent the morning doing things with S.C.C. and C.R.C. Later in the day I got ready to take the Eucharist to Agnes C and when I walked out the front door to do that I suddenly wanted to go back to Emmitsburg and spend some time at the Grotto afterwards. It was extremely strong so I glanced at my watch and the time was 12:13:33. Naturally when I pulled out the odometer was still on 13 from when I arrived home last night. When I arrived at Our Father’s House I could not help but notice that the time was 12:33 as I walked in the front door. Agnes was sitting there and I gave her the Eucharist we said a few prayers and then I left.
I pulled out of the parking lot and called Ted to see if he felt like going to the Grotto and like almost always he said yes. I picked Ted up at Walmart in Leesburg and we drove to Emmitsburg. We went to St. Joseph’s first. We arrived there and walked in the front door at 3:33 in the afternoon. We were the only people in the church. Ted prayed the rosary while I took some pictures with our new digital camera. When I finished taking pictures, I prayed the rosary. When I finished the rosary Ted and I got in the truck to ride over to the Grotto and as we were leaving the time on the dash was 4:33. We arrived at the Grotto and only stayed for a little while. When we left the Grotto we rode back into town and when we arrived at St. Joseph’s the odometer was 333.
June 29, 2003