Wednesday June 20, 2007
I would like to take this opportunity to again say that every paper I have ever written is a true and accurate account of the events taking place in Emmitsburg, Maryland. I can not sit here and say that I have lived my life in such a way that I would deserve the honor from God to witness the apparitions here in Emmitsburg from the up close point from where I have witnessed it from.
It would be more realistic to say that God could not have found a more undeserving soul to offer this opportunity to than me. Looking back on my life I realize that if God had any good reason to allow me to be this eye witness it is only because there was no one who needed it more than I.
Nobody has been more stunned by the positive changes in my life as a result of the apparitions of The Virgin Mary here in Emmitsburg than me. I did not come looking for this but I accept it. I feel like I was just snatched off the road by God on my way to Gettysburg back on July 3, 1998 and thrown smack dab into the middle of the events taking place here in Emmitsburg because of my sinful way of life and through the Grace of God it being an opportunity to change.
After I had been at the Thursday Night Prayer Group at St. Joseph’s for a while I realized that things were happening to me that I knew were out of the realm of normal life. These things continued to happen and after discussing some of these things with a priest, it was suggested that I keep a journal.
I took this good advice and I did start writing down the events in Emmitsburg. It was good that I wrote down these events because I can do a much better job of describing what happened on paper that just trying to tell it to someone. Writing it down ensures that I say everything I mean to say and how I mean to say it. It was not long after I started writing the papers that I realized that the act of writing the papers became part of my Emmitsburg experience.
The reason I am writing this paper is to describe the events of me delivering last months pack of papers to some priest. I have regularly given these papers to several priest and it NEVER fails that when I do the delivery process is in perfect synchronization with 13, 33 and 333. This tells me that it is God or His Mother or Both who cause it to happen this way. It’s not me.
I got up a little early this morning so I could go to "hometown" to drop off last months pack of papers at "Parish Church". As I got dressed I thought about doing this just as I put my watch on and it said XX:XX:13. I finished getting ready and when I started the car to leave the time on the dash was 6:13.
I drove straight to "hometown". I arrived at "Parish Church" and just as I pulled in the parking lot a truck was sitting at the entrance with the license plate of 333133. The car came to a complete stop and the CD flashed 333.
I walked in "Parish Church" and dropped the papers on the table as I have done for almost the last 9 years. I then walked in the main part of the church and mass had just begun. Sometimes I feel like a fool and I wonder what people must think of me because of my support of the apparitions but they don’t know what I have been through. I had these thoughts running through my mind during mass but was comforted at the instant of the consecration because I was struck with a strong feeling of peace. I knew to glance at my watch and it said XX:XX:33. It’s not the 13, 33 or 333 that provides the comfort, it is the peace that accompanies it.
Mass ended and I got in my car to leave and again as I pulled out of the "Parish Church" parking lot I met the truck with the license plate of 333133. I started driving to work in Manassas and shortly later (and this always happens) I suddenly felt a strong feeling of peace accompanied with a strong sense of being told “Thank you”. Like always this was so strong I glanced up and the CD flashed 13.
I arrived at work in Manassas and I was fairly busy the rest of the morning. While I was at work I received a email from Jennifer White asking me to drop some Mission of Mercy material off at her house on my way home. I replied by saying I would do it. Later in the morning it slowed down and I went across the street to All Saints to pray the rosary. I got in the car to leave and when I started it the time on the dash was 1:13.
I arrived at All Saint’s and glanced at my watch as I walked in the chapel door before the exposed Blessed Sacrament and it said XX:XX:13. I prayed the Glorious Mysteries and my Liturgy of The Hours prayers. I then went back to work. Later when I got off for the day I stopped by All Saint’s again for adoration. I glanced at my watch as I walked in the door before the Blessed Sacrament and it said XX:XX:13. I prayed the Chaplet of Divine Mercy and left. I glanced at my watch as I walked out of the door and it said XX:XX:33.
I drove back to Emmitsburg and like always stopped at St. Joseph’s just to say a quick prayer. I glanced at my watch as the car came to a complete stop and it said XX:XX:13. I then left to go home.
As I was driving I SUDDENLY remembered that I needed to stop by Jennifer White’s house to drop off the Mission of Mercy materials she asked for. I drove to Jennifer’s and dropped off the materials. As I got back into my car I suddenly realized that since I was already on Tract Road it would be a perfect time to drop off Fr. ____’s pack of papers at St. Mary’s. It was at this very instant I noticed the time on the dash was 8:33.
I drove to St. Mary’s and the door was still unlocked. I dropped the papers off on Fr. ____’s table and glanced at my watch as I walked out the door and it said XX:XX:33. I then drove home and at the very instant I pulled in my driveway the odometer switched to 33.
July 4, 2007