My feeling is that this is like a warning shot getting people prepared for a big financial collapse. Historically, October is the month of volatility (wall street crash etc). Watch out for October 2023
We went through a little trial run of living off the grid during our recent ice storm. We were without power for two days. So, we are having a wood stove installed. We have purchased bilge hand pump to keep water from overflowing our sump hole. It is kind of a blessing having the sump hole in the basement, we can pump out water for bathing if needed. We have natural gas but if the grid goes down we won't have it. I feel such a sense of urgency to prepare. This year is crucial . . .we live near the Amish so have learned a lot from them. Jesus will not abandon us, he's coming soon to take back his church. Amazing we were born for these times. Persevere . . .
With Trump's recent announcement calling for protests against his possible arrest this Tuesday and a serious banking crisis looming on the horizon, I thought about the possibility that the US is close to yet another cycle of serious civil unrest and that perhaps an unprecedented development will occur if the country's economic situation enters an irreversible stage.
I pray that Tuesday will pass peacefully Luan. This is a weak and preposterous case, only Donald Trump would be targeted like this. Should they go through with this arrest, it will mark another embarrassing and devastating day for America. I think the left is hoping that Trump's arrest will provoke another violent January 6 event, hopefully no one will be foolish enough to play into their hands.
Very worrying times. The banks will fall, its only a matter of when. The elites must get their digital currency in before the system collapses and the people start to catch-on. I reckon people should consider getting their money out of the banks.
If my dog was behaving like that World Economy is behaving at the minute I would have him put down. The World Economy is one sick puppy. Why? How can we trust people to look after our money who do not even believe in God? Money is incredibly corrupting . If people do not even believe in the Ten Commandments, notably, 'Do not steal', how can we trust them with anything? If people do not believe in God, of course they are going to steal, why wouldn't they?
Pulling all one's money out would be unwise unless you had a specific plan on using up the paper currency for necessities or maybe metals (i.e. gold/silver) before the system switch takes place. If one divested their cash all for metals, there is no guarantee that the powers-that-be will allow you to convert metals to digital currency or vice-versa. There will always be bartering I suppose, but that might not be easy to tie into. Lord have Mercy!
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? 28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own
This is where our hearts need to be. Now days it is ironic, but USA coins still have imprinted on them: In God we trust! It appears fewer and fewer Americans do so, but we Catholics must never fail to do so! Dear Lady, cover us with your Mantle!
Well, better that than lose it... there is no guarantee that humanity will buy into this new digital currency that the elites have afoot. Fiat money may soon not be worth the paper its printed on.
I wish I could be like this, be so wonderfully detached from worldly things that there coming and going did not freak me out. I was reading about a saint last night called Mary Walsh from New York, originally from Ireland. https://www.patheos.com/resources/a...h-love-is-seldom-seen-pat-mcnamara-12-06-2011 "Such Love Is Seldom Seen": Mother Mary Walsh, O.P. (1850-1922) In the summer of 1876, in the slums of Manhattan, 26-year-old Mary Walsh, an Irish domestic servant, was approached by a young girl desperate for help. The girl's mother was sick with fever and her father was in jail. Mary Walsh did something most people wouldn't do; she started begging on the streets for the girl's family. She nursed the mother back to health and helped the father find work when he got out of jail. In the process she lost her own job, but found her life's work. Later, while she was working for a wealthy family, a poor man approached the back door begging for food. She gave him her own supper. "I knew that day," she said, "that thereafter I was to give whatever I had to those poorer than I." She would spend the rest of her life doing exactly that, living barely above the poverty level. She had little education, but a natural sense of justice and a deep love for the poor. Orphaned in her infancy, her grandmother raised her in Ireland. At 19, she immigrated to America, to New York City where, with the exception of a few years here and there, she would remain for the next fifty years. New York, her biographer writes, "was always the point of her interest and affection." In New York, she was "a stranger alone in a city she did not know." It must have been frightening. Her first job was doing laundry for a wealthy family on the Upper East Side, where she got to know the Dominican Fathers at St. Vincent Ferrer Church. She considered joining a monastic community, but her spiritual director suggested an active apostolate where she could exercise her real calling—to help the poor. Mary became a Third Order Dominican, a layperson who lives out a religious order's charism in their daily lives (the first two orders are priests and nuns). With a friend, she rented rooms near the church and took in laundry to finance their work with the poor. Later they would move to Hell's Kitchen, a largely immigrant community crowded in unhealthy and dangerous tenements. Together they looked after about twenty different families. Many poor people feared being sent to the hospital, where the quality of care varied greatly, so Mary and her companions went to their homes. They cooked, cleaned, tended the sick, and sometimes they just helped ease the loneliness of the poor. "Just to let them talk," she once said, "helps them more than anything I could possibly say." She and her companions never discriminated on the basis of "color, or religion or lack of it." "What a privilege," she insisted, "it is to work for the sick poor!" For Mary, they were "the children of God crucified on the Calvary of Life." For the children "Santa Claus had forgotten," she brought presents. One woman remembered Mary buying her a dress for her First Communion. One night she stayed all night in a bordello with a dying prostitute. When a policeman expressed his surprise at her being in such a place, she shot back: "Never forget, Mr. Clancy, that those poor people have souls, too." A woman of medium height and plain features, and with little education, Mary Walsh nevertheless made a strong impression. People remembered her sincerity and enthusiasm, her strong will and generosity. One policeman said of her: "That woman is a saint, I do believe." A peer remembered: "She never stood for any nonsense; and when she thought someone was taking advantage of the poor, she could put him in his place." To those who suggested the poor didn't work enough, she shot back: "If you had an irregular starvation wage, and your wife was desperately sick and your children in need, what would you do?" For thirty years, Mary Walsh and her companions lived and worked as a religious community without formal Church approval. "They begged for the poor," one historian writes, "but not for themselves." She slept on wooden floors for many years before she ever had a bed of her own. In 1910, when Mary was 60, they were accepted as "the Dominican Sisters of the Sick Poor." It was never a big community. At the time of her death, there were about two dozen members. They operated on their own labor and on donations, and Mary called God her "banker." Once, when she had bought dozens of blankets for the poor to the tune of $800, she came home to find a check for $1,000 from the millionaire Thomas Fortune Ryan in thanks for "favors received." She told her Sisters: "Never mistrust my Banker." In time, the community would expand to the Midwest and Southwest. Mary's great ambition, albeit an unrealized one, was a free hospital for the poor. But, she said, "never forget, hospital or no hospital, I want the poor to receive the same care as those who can afford to pay. If after my death I ever knew that one of God's poor was not treated as he should any member of our community, I would suffer indescribable pain." In later years, she suffered from angina pectoris. On her deathbed her last word was "Thanks." The New York American stated that Mary Walsh's death would "bring heartfelt sorrow and mourning to thousands of the poor of the tenements of New York." The testimonials poured forth. One woman said of Mary: "I was beaten by life until she helped me get on my feet." Another said: "I never met any other person who really loved his neighbor." At her funeral Mass, the priest observed: "Such love is seldom seen in this or any other era." A bishop commented: "I felt that I sat in the presence of one of God's saints." She came to New York with nothing, died with little more, but she made a difference in the lives of thousands; Mary Walsh's story is almost a retelling of the Beatitudes in a New York setting. And it's eminently worth retelling.
I think you know Mary Walsh started her path so simply. She was an ordinary laundry woman, the poorest of the poor, living day to day. A very good Catholic indeed but still kinda getting on with her life. What changed her was one day whilst walking along the street a child begged her for help. She responded by taking care of the whole family, even though she had almost no money herself. She lost her own job by doing so. Such heroic kindness and generosity delights and shocks me. What's more she spent her whole rest of her life doing the exact same thing over and over and over again. She reminds me that when the bad times come again, it is not by trying to save and help ourselves that we will be saved it will be by helping and taking care of others. Even complete strangers. I called up to Church yesterday for confession at mid day. There were two men up there working. One was painting the other talking care of the stonework. They were not getting paid for it, but were doing it freely day after day, simply out of kindness and generosity, like Mary Walsh. If I could only be even a tiny little bit like Mother Mary Walsh how very,very happy it would make me. Dear Lord, when the bad times come grant me the grace to be at least a tiny bit like her. https://www.irishamerica.com/2013/08/a-world-to-care-for/
