Salvation, it's Time

By Michele Hance

It is about miracles, Jesus Christ, The Blessed Virgin Mary, The Father Almighty, the Holy Spirit and Angels

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781300824381

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SALVATION, IT’S TIME

Ephesians 6:10-17

    Draw your strength from the Lord and his mighty power.  Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil.  Our battle is not against human forces but against the principalities and powers, the rulers of this world of darkness, the evil spirits in regions above.  You must put on the armor of God if you are to resist the evil day; do all your duty requires, and hold your ground.  Stand fast, with the truth as a belt around your waist, justice as your breastplate, and zeal to propagate the gospel of peace as your footgear.  In all circumstances hold faith up before you as your shield; it will help you extinguish the fiery darts of the evil one.  Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the spirit, the word of God.

Speak the Bible verses allowed, and change your world for the better.

"As

the Father

has loved Me,

so have I loved you,

I told My beloved disciples;

yet I sent them into the world;

not to have temporal joys,

but to fight great battles;

not to have honours,

but to be despised;

not to have ease,

but to labour;

not to rest,

but to bring forth much fruit in patience.

Remember these words My child,

Jesus Christ.

I dedicate this book to Maya, Jazmine & Victor

Some names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Any names that may be similar are purely coincidental.

Thank you for reading this book.

Copyright© 2019 by Michele Hance

ISBN 978-1-300-82438-1

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Where to begin?

Childhood

Meeting my Grandma

Silent Simple Days

Bridge

Gumption

A and It

Who? How? Where?

Married in 1982

Grandma’s Visit

The Miraculous Medal

The Little Crown of the Blessed Virgin

My Foundation of Faith ~ 1988

The Garden

Patra

Violet ~ 1989

Bob Dylan

Gnarly

Bronte Park

D.C. Talk

Christina

James Kerr ~ 1990

Halloween ~1990

Stevie Ray Vaughan

Jesus ~1991

The Legion of Mary ~ 1991

Detention Center ~ 1991

R.C.M.P.

Michael Hutchence

Gage Park

Tornado ~ 1999

St.Therese of the Little Flower

Prayers to St. Therese

10,000 Black Men Named George

Cold Creek Manor

Singing in the Kitchen

D.O.P.

U.2

It’s Time

Look!

Pope John Paul 11

Angel’s Losing Sleep

Cathy

Pilot

Jodi

A Soldier

It’s A Girl!

Alexander Litvinenko

Words of our Lord to St. Faustina

The Chaplet of Divine Mercy

Litany of Praises to the Divine Mercy

46. A Rose

47. The Red Button

48. I’m Beautiful

49. Sarah & Shannon

50. Bertha & Patricia

51. Car Accident

52. Briant Rodriguez

53. Michael Jackson

54. Prefontaine Family

55. Shopping?

56. Praise

57. Gabriel & Lilly ~ 2011

58. Pope Benedict XVI

59. St. Augustine

60. Prayers

15 Promises made by the Blessed Virgin to St Dominic

The Origin of the Holy Rosary

Picture & How to say the Holy Rosary

Prayers before the Holy Rosary

The Joyful Mysteries

The Luminous Mysteries

The Sorrowful Mysteries

The Glorious Mysteries

Mother of Perpetual Help

St. Jude Prayer

St. Jude Novena

Unfailing prayer to St. Anthony

61. Conclusion

Reference

1.  Where To Begin?

    I would like to share the truth with you, as I know it, but where do I begin?  With a great deal of contemplation, I have decided to start where my memories begin.  I will do my best to reveal to you a secret which I have known. My life purpose is to pass it on; therefore I am going to tell you all I know.

    From a very distant time, long before this world, I am standing in a meadow dressed in an exquisite gown surrounded by beautiful flowers and a warm, gentle breeze.  I can smell sweet perfume the flowers release into the air and I feel the love flowing through and around me.  I am at peace, fully content within this happiness. 

    In the center of the garden stands a pavilion with three steps surrounding the whole round structure, which leads out into the garden of flowers. I can see Father sitting upon His throne.  All are welcome to visit.  Smiling, a man and woman dressed in the finery of the 18-century approach Father.  The man holds the woman’s hand with gentle care as they ascend the steps.  The sky is clear and bright.  I can hear birds singing harmonies of joy; all creatures are at peace and full of love.

    AHHH! Pain, I clutch my head in my hands; piercing pain grips my mind, a pain I have never felt before.  As an angry voice rises like thunder, I hear. I will not serve man!  Men will serve me!  Upon these words, the sky becomes dark, and I find myself in the pavilion standing close behind Father.  I notice, now the pavilion has a roof.  I watch as my brother rushes at Father, his sword drawn.  In a flash, my beautiful gown transforms into a suit of armour, and I charge to defend Father.  Drawing my sword, I stop my brother’s weapon from descending upon Father.

    His beauty fades into darkness as he flees with all those who disagree with Father’s command.  I chased after them.  Every planet explodes, fire and rock erupt, and debris spears through the skies.  Telepathically I hear Father calling me to return, and as I enter His presence, I fall to my knees, tears filling my eyes.  I remember the betrayal of my brothers and our loss of peace.  I bow my head waiting for His command of service. 

At this moment I awake, surprised to find I am no longer a woman, but a child! Shocked, and thinking, How did I get here? I don’t move, but with curiosity I look around to find I am in a large room with windows to my right.  Slowly, I drift back to sleep. Awake again, seemed like centuries had passed. I have a little more strength, I find my body covered with a white silk blanket embroidered with golden threads in the pattern of flowers.  I don’t move, I look around the room and find myself falling back to sleep.  Awake again, seems like forever and a day passed me by.  Now, I able to sit up to see there is a large chair to my left and a small table and two chairs near the window. I rise up and walk around the room, reaching out to touch everything, and it feels so weird, so different.  Below the table are figures of dinosaurs, and I sit down on the floor and pick them up to look at them.  I hear laughter coming from out side and climb up on the window seat and look out.  I am surprised to find myself in a castle.  I lean my head on my folder arms and  look out. There are people sitting on a blanket on a beautiful green lawn, and two children playing with a ball.  I am too far away for anyone to hear me.  I just watch as young man and woman walk up a path away in the distance. I hear a knock at the door and I climb down to sit on the floor near the toys.  A woman enters caring something in her hand, and she places it down on the floor with the toy dinosaurs in front of me.  I am surprised to see that the toys look just like the people outside my window!  The woman says nothing but starts to take the dinosaurs away, so I grab two and hold onto them.  She remains speechless and does not even glance in my direction! I am shocked she does not react in any way.  She just stands up and leaves without a word, and I am alone again.  I climb back into bed and lie there, wondering, How long will I be here alone?  What seemed like years or even months, the woman re-enters my room, still saying nothing, as she straightens things up before she leaves me alone once more, in silence.

    Light!  Bright light, it's Father!  I love my Father!  I smile and laugh as he picks me up, whirls me around and puts me on his knee.  He hugs me and tells me He loves me.  Father, why am I here?  I ask, as I look up into his eyes, I want to be with the people?  In time you will understand," He says as He holds me cradled in His big strong arms.  He smiles, and I feel His love within my heart.  He kisses me on the cheek and hugs me before He leaves me sitting in the big chair, and I again fall into a peaceful sleep.

    I wake up in a startled frenzy.  Sweat pouring from my brow, someone is coming!  I have to hide.  He's bad. I am afraid, and my heart starts to thump wildly.  I am so scared; I begin to cry and shake.  I jump down and hide behind the long curtains that hang alongside the window.  It's a man!  I can see he is carrying something, and he stops and looks around.  He sees me! He looks right at me as I peek out for a second to watch him.  His glare sends terror through me, and I close the curtains, cover my face and cry.  He does not advance toward me but continues with his mission. He releases an evil snicker as he places an object down beside my toys, and then he turns and goes.

    I stay where I am for a long time, waiting for my heart to stop beating so wildly.  I listen for sounds and search the silence, to make sure the bad man is gone before I peer out from behind the curtains. I am still scared, but I slowly step out and sit down with my toys.  He left me a ball?  I pick it up, but it is different from a regular ball you'd throw.  It's certainly not like the ball the people were throwing.  What is it?  It looks like glass, but it's not glass!  Colours are swirling inside the ball, and as I pick it up, my fingers melt into the ball!  I become dizzy.  I can feel myself being pulled into the ball.  My body becomes weak, and I feel myself falling back.  My mind is in a whirl.  I have lost half of my sense of sight and hearing.

I got him! a man shouts.  My morning cleaning lady screams as she runs past them. What have you done to her? she exclaims, throwing herself down on the floor with me.  The woman then picks me up in her arms, sobbing as she rocks me back and forth. The man laughs evilly and says, You cannot save her!  She has to get herself out!  My mind and soul are now half in the ball, but I can still hear the trumpets sounding.  I can hear cries and screams from all around me.

    I awake to see a giant, clawed, sharp-toothed demon moving towards me.  I am no longer in my room in the castle with Father, but I am in a small dark place.  I am afraid and start to cry.  I am so terrified I can't move!  The monster grabs me and throws me clear across the room. I hit a wall and fall to the ground crying out in pain. 

    A woman runs toward me, crying and screaming as she picks me up and holds me in her arms.  Tears streaming down her face, she yells at the monster.  This is our new baby; you can't do that!  I am leaving!  She tries with all her effort to get away, but it's much bigger and stronger.  I can hear her thinking. He's crazy!  What happened to him?  He's not the same man I married.  I must leave here, but I have to take David too.  I suddenly realize she can't see the monster!  She can only see a man!  Where am I?  Now, how did I get here?

      The woman calls out, David! A boy comes running downstairs, but the monster/man intercepts, picking him up. I will not let you take him too, he… is mine! he shouts with a roar.  The woman tries to escape with us, but it shoves us back against the wall.  The beast refuses to let us leave.  She screams, NO!  Let me go!  The monster grabs her by the arm, holding her so tightly that she screams out in pain.  The beast forces us back from the door, and then to the floor.  We sit huddled together.  The woman and boy cry silently, watching as the beast in a fury hurls everything around.  It breaks whatever is in its path.  The man/monster yells like thunder, You are not going anywhere; you're my wife!  These are my kids, and I will do whatever I want!  I want there to be quiet in my house!  STOP CRYING!

2.  Childhood

      My life before the age of three did not change much, but as I got a little older, the woman would say, I am going to leave the window open a crack, so you can breathe in fresh air while you sleep.  She'd bend over to tuck me in my bed, and I'd point toward the sky and say, I want to go?  Her eyes would open wide.  I'd say it again, but she'd ignore my plea, kiss me and bid me good night.  Up she'd go as if she thought I was playing and she'd had enough play. Out the door, she'd walk, turn out the lights and close the door behind her.   

    Up my spirit would fly, escaping across the sky, looking at all the people; some could see and hear me, while others would fly with me.

    Every night before the woman would go to bed, she would check up on my brother and me.  The woman would open the door, just a crack and peer in.  I always knew when she was heading back to my room because I could hear her thoughts, when she was thinking about me. Her mind sounded like she was calling me, so I'd fly back to the window and wave at her from outside.  She would look right at me, but she would act as though she could not see me.  So, the next morning I asked her.  Woman, I called you, but you did not answer me.  The woman replied, I did not hear you.  When did you call me?  I told her about the night before, how I had flown across the sky and all the people.  The Woman looked strangely at me, then she laughed and laughed, but her laughter did not end with this.  I was humiliated by relatives and friends, as they could never understand.  It was then; I made up my mind not to tell her about anymore, and so isolation and silence started to creep around me, but inside I was living a glorious life.

    I would see the woman read and write, and it was my heart and soul's wish to learn to read and write too.  Soon it would be my very first day of school.  Adults questioned me, Do you know the alphabet? Yes, I do. I proudly sang out my A.B.C.'s, for all to hear.

    The first day of school arrived.  I was so happy to be going to school. Arriving at the classroom, I lifted my eyes from the floor to look at the children walking towards me; darkness welled up around them as hate poured from their eyes.  I witnessed monsters and vipers slither around every one of them.  I was terrified and bolted for the door, but the teacher saw me coming, and she slammed it shut.  With her back to the door, a cruel grin came over her face as she glared down at me, then threw me into the cloakroom and I was kept there for the rest of my school year for trying to escape.

    On the first day of grade one, a group of girls gathered around me at recess and boldly said, Our parents told us we are not allowed to talk or play with you, so stay away from us!  I was heartbroken.  I did not know what to do, so I just bowed my head, covered my eyes with my hands and cried.  In the least to say; School was a difficult place to be.

    Being in grade one, the woman asked, Do you think you can walk to school yourself today; you know the way?  I cried, No, I don't want to go by myself.  She offered, I will go with you today, but you will have to go by yourself tomorrow.  I did not want to go by myself, but she insisted.  The woman, of course, had accepted advice from someone who believed that this could be a step forward in helping me be more independent, thus providing me with a sure way to grow up. 

    For some strange reason, I was instructed to be at school two hours later than the rest of my class. I'm guessing I was told to arrive late because the teacher was under the impression that I was a problem child, and she did not want to have to deal with me for a full day.  The next morning the woman announced, Here is a green leaf.  You cross the street when the light changes to this same colour.  I knew the colour green, so I rolled my eyes at her.  Upon sight of this, she scolded, You go to school before you are late!  I knew the way, but I had never travelled so far by myself.  At the age of five, I walked the six blocks by myself to the crosswalk and waited.  Feeling frustrated and thinking, How stupid does she think I am? I don't need a leaf to know when to cross with the lights. I stood there, holding the leaf in my hand as I looked up at the lights.  Next thing I knew, a hand took mine, and I looked up into the eyes of Bishop Reading, who smiled a beautiful smile at me.  I knew who he was.  Bishop Reading visited our classroom and walked with some of the children in the playground during recess.  I had attempted to walk with him, but the other children would push me away.  Finally, I gave up, stood quietly in a corner, sheltered from recess and looked on from a distance. 

    Bishop Reading telephoned the woman to assure her that I had made it to school safely that day, and he would be happy to escort me across the street to school every morning.  Bishop Reading also said, When she looked up into my eyes, I experienced great joy as a gift given to me.  It was if I was holding the hand of an angel.  She is very special!  I knew that is what he said because I could hear him, his voice and his mind. 

    Every morning Bishop Reading would be at the lights waiting to help me cross the street.  He would talk to me, and I'd smile.  He blessed me with so much more than the three minutes we shared each day, his hand of friendship brought me strength; he made recesses so much more bearable.  He would come out to the playground just to see me.  Once he found me, he would wave and smile; then he'd walk toward me, take me by the hand and even hug me!  The attention Bishop Reading was giving me angered the girls in my class so much that they would grab at his hand and try to push me away, but he would not let them. 

    One morning, he had asked another priest to take his place; Bishop Reading had an appointment and expressed his sorrow for not being able to walk me across the street.  A few days later, a priest came out to the playground looking for me.  He told me Bishop Reading had become very sick and could not leave his house.  The priest comforted me by saying that from his bedroom window, Bishop Reading could see the playground.  "He is waving at you