Refuges That Are Now Being Prepared By Our Blessed Mother and The Holy Spirit" June 17th, 2014 Introduction My name is John, and family and I are now living in the Texas Hill Country. I was born in San Antonio, Texas and I am happily married to a wonderful Catholic born-again Christian. I am a retired Catholic Deacon who is in love with the Blessed Holy Trinity and Our Lady, the Mother of Jesus. I have a Spiritual Director with whom I have shared almost all aspects of my spiritual experiences, a journey I humbly attribute totally to the graces of God and Our Lady. It has taken me over 34 years to write what I am going to share with you. At the very beginning of this journey, I truly did not understand what was happening to me. I have experienced visions, locutions and spiritual instructions by our Blessed Mother. I do not know why the Lord selected me to receive this spiritual information; there are many others so much more worthy. I ask for anyone that might read this message to remember that all private revelations, visions and spiritual prophecy must be carefully discerned. Satan can try to imitate things that we think are from God. We must be very careful and pray for discernment from the Holy Spirit. We are called to pray, repent of our Sins and open our hearts to God. We must all turn to God with our whole hearts. I was told by the Lord to wait and not to share the first part of His Plan until now. His Plan for mankind has already started to unfold. At this time, He has given me permission to share some of my spiritual experiences. Evil is running rampant and things have been set in motion. We are in the great Spiritual Warfare that Jesus foretold in the Gospels. World and local events have resulted in the unfolding of God’s plan. It is not a matter of years before this will take place; It has already started now. It will all happen a lot sooner than the world expects. Background To give you some background, I am a cradle Catholic who was raised in a poor neighborhood on the Southside of San Antonio, Texas. I attended CCD at Our Lady of the Angels Catholic Church and our teachers were wonderful nuns dressed in full habits. Something within me needed to know more about this man called Jesus and His Mother Mary, whom the nuns told us was also our mother. As I grew older, I had come to the conclusion that the best way to get to Heaven was to join Bingo, Fish Fry’s and other Church activities and attend Mass on Sunday to get a star when I got to Heaven. On Sunday, by my narrow way of thinking, I was doing God a favor by going to Mass. I thought I had all the answers and that I could call on God when I got in trouble. I thought I was a good Catholic and the non-catholics were going to Hell! (I was ignorant and confused) In 1979, at around 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning, my wife woke me up screaming that there was a man dressed like a monk kneeling on the side of the bed; he was praying for me. She pointed to him, but I could not see him. She could not understand why I could not see him, so she turned on the lights and continued to point to this man praying by me. I thought either my wife was going nuts, or some unnatural man (ghost) was next to me. A few months later, I saw my wife coming towards me looking much shaken, as if she had seen a ghost. She told me that she had seen a holy card of the monk that had been praying for me at the side of the bed. She showed me the holy card, and it was Padre Pio. I called my Pastor, Father Flanagan, and I explained to him what had taken place earlier that morning. He listened and told me that he would pray for me. I felt something within me that was seeking answers Father Flanagan directed me to go to a prayer group at St. Henry De Oso Catholic School on Wednesday evenings. When I walked in, I thought that I had entered into the holiness of God. I saw over 300 people raising their hands to heaven and praising God. They were singing in a beautiful language that I did not understand. The room was full of love and joy. I had never experienced this in the Catholic Church. My wife and I joined this prayer group, and could not get enough of Holy Scriptures. I asked the leader of the prayer group, Dan De Celles, if I could help in some way. He gave me the job of setting up the chairs before the start of the prayer group. After seeing the faces of my new brothers and sisters, I asked God to please give me what they had.. The only prayers that I knew as a Catholic was the Our Father and the Hail Mary; I needed and wanted more, On a personal note, after returning from Vietnam, I was very troubled and traumatized. I had also been unemployed for some time, and was struggling mightily with myself as well as the practical reality of making a living. I felt like giving up and asked God to take me home to Him. One bleak day, as I was sitting down in my backyard, my heart started to beat very fast and I could not breathe. I felt like passing out. I thought I was dying, and asked my wife to drive me to St. Vincent De Paul Catholic Church. I remember the nuns telling us that the best place to die was in front of the Blessed Sacrament in church, and that is what I wanted to do. When we arrived at the church, Father Flanagan was walking a German Shepard dog in front of the church. When I opened the door of the car, I saw the person of Jesus in front of me. I was startled; I looked into His eyes and He stretched his hands out to me, as if asking me to come to Him. I turned around to tell my wife and Jesus disappeared. I asked Father Flanagan if he had seen a man in front of the Church and he indicated that he had not. I was puzzled.. I went inside the church and looked for Him but could not find Him. I prayed to God for direction and help. I remembered that my mother used to light a candled after she prayed in church. I did not have any money, but I lit a candle and made an IOU for $1.00. I did the same thing every day for 7 days and nothing happened. I became upset, and said to myself: if I cannot find Jesus in my Church, I will go to other churches and look for Him. I left the Catholic Church and went to various non-Catholic churches. I was so desperate that I even went to a witch doctor, visited the Masons and others similar groups. After seven months of searching I found Jesus. I was in my den and praying for direction. Suddenly, there was a beautiful presence of holiness around me. I fell to my knees, and started crying because I knew how much I had offended God. I heard God say that I had been like a black onion, and that it had taken all this time to remove the many peels from the onion. The onion peels were my sins. He showed me that as onion peels were removed, one at a time, I was being cleansed until there was nothing left except for my dust. I saw my dust in His hand, and he blew the dust and told me that I was ready to serve Him. The problem was not the Catholic Church; the problem was me. He was only 16 inches from my nose. He dwelt in my heart.