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Man lives in time —
Man is on a journey to God.

We, hopefully, will be in heaven
some day —

God is the Creator —
God has the vision

                Man is to learn on this journey about
                    the Creator and His vision
                    for His creatures for all
                    eternity.

                The Priestly Newsletter is a gift
                    we send to the priests and hierarchy —
                    solidly the voice of the Good Shepherd —
                    Rooted in the truth —

                In a tainted world we send the
                    newsletter — the scriptures,
                    the Wisdom of the Saints —
                    Solid theology and
                    the writings of the popes and the
                    Church.

It is an act of love from Shepherds of Christ
edited by Fr. John J. Pasquini.

                It is to help renew and encourage to
                    tell the priests we are praying
                    for them with a network of prayer.

Much of the world is not mindful
of the plan of the Creator —

                    God has created His creatures with
                a purpose — unique in talents — on
                the journey to be, hopefully, possessed
                by God in heaven — to have the
                vision of God.

                    Man offended God — we are here to
                grow to be more like God — to die
                to the imperfections — to have greater
                life in Him — We are given the
                sacraments — the Church — the
                fountain of God's life —

From September 16, 2002

Messenger:     I looked up to see the big white
                           tank, the rust was plain
                           around its upper rim —

                        I was deeply united to my God
                            remembering the heights of ecstasy
                            I had experienced, the
                            times of deep fullness and
                            almost being there again as
                            I recalled them and their
                            grandeur, anticipating how
                            wonderful indeed would be
                            the moments of deepest union
                            with Him in heaven.

                        It is funny how deeply I can experience
                            a moment when united in deep love
                            to Him and others.

                        The words are deep and it is always
                            there for me, experiencing an
                            eerie sulken, almost purple
                            morning, one in which the color
                            of day seems to hang in
                            a sky far off with a misty white
                            fog in front of me.

                        It is the kind of morning that
                            takes me to Him, like standing
                            at the entrance of a tunnel,

                            but it is as if you stand at
                            this place on this earth below
                            and see into the future - where
                            at the end of the purple
                            morning you will be embraced
                            by this Divine Light and
                            united to Him, your Beloved,
                            your all, all that you have
                            sought and seek for now.

                        But in the morning light which was
                            purple and dark, it has
                            lifted now and I feel a
                            special awareness of Him
                            in this too.

                        My awareness of Him is constant,
                            my connection to heaven and
                            the saints and those who have
                            passed on is such a reality to
                            me at every moment.

                        I long for those moments in the Mass
                            when I go there to the Church and
                            unite in the celebration and
                            then I receive my God.

My heart is always longing for Him.

                        My heart is always feeling that
                            lack of completeness I long
                            for in Him.

                        I am here in this place, at this
                            time and yet it truly is
                            as one on a bus in transit.
                            I am on a journey and always
                                aware of my destination.

Depth, I want greater depth
in my life in Him.

                        There is always that open door,
                            that long tunnel, that
                            endless place I can go.

                        Even in hearing His word, I enter
                            into a place that is always open —
                            my heart is excited and wanting
                            to go so deeply into that open
                            place, experiencing more deeply
                            the one I love, the ultimate
                            mystery, the All Powerful,
                            All Loving God.

                        Oh I can barely scratch the surface
                            of knowledge of Him even in
                            my attendance at Mass.

                        I know the whole thing is so
                            great - at Mass - I know
                            more the greatness of Him and
                            this vast universe and
                            the heaven and all I do not
                            even see. It is all so
                            real to me, but my
                            experience seems so very
                            shallow knowing that I can
                            experience it deeper and deeper.

                        Oh, I feel as St. Theresa, my thoughts
                            are always of Him, my life lived
                            for Him, my desire to be His
                            bride are always before me, my
                            desire to be complete in Him
                            forever constant and yet
                            the Eucharist and His word
                            feeds me so much.

                        When I read His word I long to
                            go deeper into it — it is
                            always open and I am
                            always longing for a deeper
                            experience when I hear it
                            or read it — to experience
                            Him and my love for Him
                            ever more.

My thirsting is so great for
completeness in Him —

I am in that deep and dreary
desert land, here below.

                        I am like one man walking on the
                            dry, sandy, desert thirsting,
                            longing for water.

I am hungry, like one who hasn't
eaten for years —

I know why God kept saying for 6 weeks
"feed the hungry", "feed the hungry."

                        I am hungry, I am longing for the
                            fullness I know I can have
                            only in Him, in heaven.

                        Comfort, to unite with each other
                            in this mission — each of us
                            so deeply united to one another
                            and to Him.

                        And yet I do not want to sound as if
                            my life is not lived in joy,
                            for He gives me others to love,
                            to have so deeply in my heart
                            and there is an incompleteness in
                            that love I experience with them.

                        There are moments when I can ponder
                            the love I have for others and
                            for the saints and for God
                            and the very thoughts of it
                            are thoughts of deep joy and
                            longing for completeness and
                            greater capacity to love deeper and
                            more like Him and experience
                            every moment in the joy of
                            being more deeply united to
                            Him and to all.

                        Oh I may sound like I ramble on but
                            I do so because as Fr. Carter always
                            taught me "it is ineffable."

                        The purple skies lift, the tunnel is
                            always there, my life is not
                            given to me to spend in
                            contemplation like this all day
                            and yet it is this that helps to
                            quiet my heart hungering for
                            Him and the grandeur of heaven,
                            of knowing Him more fully, of
                            being enlightened by Him to know.

                        Every day comes with a dress —
                            some days He dresses in a purple hue —
                            some days wear a deep blue —
                            some a golden light —
                            others a reddish glow of a burning
                                flame
                            most may appear as a whitish,
                                milky haze with the polluted
                                air —

every flower He paints, He tends to
the detail of the smallest flower—

                            the little things in its interesting
                                centers so we can gaze upon
                                it and know we never see
                                all there is to see in it —

                            look at the earth —
                                can your eyes behold the grandeur
                                    of it all —
                                do you see every leaf of the giant
                                    old oak tree —
                                could you study its bark alone for
                                    a thousand years —
                                could you bring out your microscopes
                                    and enlarge it
                                        and when you have done so, do you see
                                    a tiny creature lurking in a small
                                    pore of the bark, with little antlers
                                    or wings and little feet.

                            I stand at the door of the tunnel and
                                I look and I know there is
                                so much to see and to know
                                and I thirst for it, I hunger
                                for the knowledge of Thee —

                            Oh Holy Spirit enlighten me and give
                                me the eyes to see, for my
                                eyes feel they are coated with
                                mud.

                            On September 5, 2002, it rained and yet
                                the colors of the image before me, as
                                it changed very rapidly — right
                                before my eyes —
                                I know the blue of the sky and the
                                blue of the water, but the blue of
                                Mary's gown was a mystical blue
                                of depth I cannot describe, nor
                                ever saw before or may never
                                see again. It glistened with a silver-
                                golden lining and a depth of
                                precision I cannot describe.
                                I can see the blue of man-made things
                                and it is just that man-made plastics
                                etc, but to see the gown of Mary
                                changing before me as painted
                                by God, it was awesome and
                                after seeing it, it quickly changed
                                to a deeper golden gown but
                                I saw it so very distinctly and
                                clearly and it had a depth
                                that was to me, inexhaustible and
                                not ending.

September 5, 2002

September 16, 2002 message continues

Messenger:        The golden fire color where Jesus'
                                face was came in that corner
                                and it was more gold than I
                                ever saw.

                            Oh I saw this before my eyes and
                                it was not static, nor did it
                                appear contained, nor can I describe
                                it here for it was deeper than the
                                pane of that glass to me, it was a wonder
                                to see more than any movie one
                                could watch of the waves at
                                sea, it was in its own way, a
                                deeper blue that did not end, it
                                was mystical and I cannot even
                                begin to explain it.

                            And I looked into His eyes and I saw
                                Him before me in the pain He
                                gave me, there was this sweetness
                                in the quiet moment of pain —
                                a sweetness of knowing God
                                and knowing which I hold
                                so dear is real.

My heart is quieted only by Thee.

                            The rustling and bustling cars go
                                by on the busy freeway
                                and within each person
                                carries their own thoughts
                                and experiences and they live
                                in a world of the unknown.

                            I see the lightning steel across the sky
                                and I can barely make out the
                                building tops and trees, the
                                sky.

It happens so quickly — He lights
the night for that split second.

                            We live in a sort of night here below —
                                we do not see the picture so
                                clearly — He lifts the veil and
                                gives us quick glimpses,
                                just to see a little of it —

Oh our vision is so limited and
there is so much to see —

there is so much to know —

there is the quiet world in all of
us —

                                a world we can never completely
                                    share with anyone but Him
                                    and He knows it better than ourselves.

                            I do not know the condition of my kidneys
                                or my gall bladder or my inner
                                ear —

Oh the magnificence of God —

He knows all things —
He created the world and all its creatures —

He is Divine

We are human

He is Supreme

We are His creatures

He knows all things —

We know a little —

                            The Magnitude of God —
                                He cannot be measured
                                He is —
                                He is All Perfect —
                                He is Unchanging
                                He is God

Oh I long for Him — to know Him —

to know His works —

to know the whole design —

                                to love more deeply —
                                    more completely —
                                    with the great capacity
                                    I will have then —

how foolish we are to think I
can see the end —

Oh He can not be contained
He is God.

                            Little children have a whole
                                world to discover, all the beauties
                                of God.

Why do we want to show little
children dark movies?

Their eyes are bright —

                            They, when living in a family of
                                love, are looking with
                                eyes of wonder and
                                the desire to know.

                            Little children, babies, little
                                toddlers are so open —
                                wanting to know.

We can fill them with love and
tell them about God.

They are like an empty vessel
ready to be filled.

                            The man at church came up to me
                                and told me of all the killings
                                in Cincinnati and terrible things
                                going on in the world.

                            In the Church a woman came in
                                during morning Mass and was
                                sleeping in the bride's room
                                on the floor with blankets.

There so much darkness.

end of September 16, 2002

September 20, 2007 continues

                Shades of light — colors of brilliance
                above and below the sea — a life
                under the waters of the ocean unseen
                to many and yet to those who have seen it
                does it lend to a greater reality of the
                Creator —

                    In the vast world how could so many
                be so far from seeing the vision of the Creator —
                How could so many be so focused on the
                world and not in touch with the real
                reality? God is the Creator
                we are His creatures.

                    God gave to us Mary — God
                made Mary very special to be
                Mother of Jesus. God
                made Mary sinless.

                    God wants us to be holy —
                God gave us Mary conceived
                without sin.

                    God has a plan for us.
                    God created us — unique
                        to serve and love Him.

Nobody can serve and love God
like we can in our uniqueness.

Excerpt from Priestly Newsletter May/June 1997

Each of us has the privilege of offering Jesus his or her own unique person, one's own humanity, one's own human existence. As with St. Paul we are asked to allow Jesus to live within us. Each Christian has the opportunity to allow Jesus to live through the uniqueness which is this particular Christian. To the extent the Christian does offer himself to Jesus in this manner, to that extent Jesus has a unique opportunity of continuing His redemptive work. To the extent the Christian holds back and does not allow Jesus to live in oneself, to that degree Jesus loses this unrepeatable opportunity.

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