The Bushfires described as “Apocalyptic”

AM+DG

Fire is burning all around us.

For weeks the fires have been burning – from the north of Australia, to the south. We have had a very dry winter and bushfires are expected in summer, but never to this extent. Summer has not even yet begun! National Geographic described them as “apocalyptic”. A firefighter in Qld. said they were like the “gates of hell”.

The air is full of smoke. It chokes us. we must keep our windows closed. Some people don’t have air conditioning! They absorb a greater amount of suffering for us. Our air quality – usually excellent – is amongst the worst in the world at this time. We have never had so much smoke and smoke haze. The air quality has been rated as hazardous (over 300+). We have had a day or two of reprieve, when the wind cleared the smoke temporarily, but the next day, it is back. The smoke drifted all the way to our neighbouring country, New Zealand!

We can smell the smoke. Is this to remind us of the stench of our sins as a nation – the unthinkable ‘abortion up till birth’ now approved, euthanasia in many states, the gender content in schools,  approval of all sorts of pseudo-marriages, the laws against the Seal of Confession  … ?

The haze on the sun can be seen from New Zealand!

We’ve had some weird natural experiences lately which my husband and I have both noticed.

        1. The other day the sky was clear as a bell- cloudless- but we got large drops of rain on us in spatters. He called me out to justify his observations. He’s a non-believer- but he noticed.
        2. We woke up on Monday at about 4.30am; coughing and choking- with lungs full of smoke; instead of air. You can’t get away from it when it’s all around. The entire atmosphere was filled with it. God gave us smoke to breathe- instead of air! That’s a chastisement. It has implications for what’s ahead.
        3. The sun appeared bright red. My daughter called it a “blood” sun. With the orange setting background, the glow from the fires and the bright red sun, it seemed the whole world was on fire. Later, there were pictures and videos on Twitter. In the news people reported it as “creepy”, “ominous” and what seemed to be a “terrifying anomaly.”
        4. A particular  Spring afternoon (Friday) became as dark as evening as I left work at 4.30pm. It doesn’t usually get dark till 8pm. Car lights and streetlights were all on. That distorted the sense of time, too. It had an ominous feeling.
        5. At about 7pm, (the same day) it rained ash and mud on us- and on our cars. The heavy smoke in the atmosphere combined with rain clouds so that we actually experienced ash rain (as opposed to a rain of ash… which we also get when wind blows embers and ash in our direction from a bushfire). We have never seen that- or any of the other phenomena- in our lifetime before.

On top of this, it’s been really hot, but we can’t open the windows for even a little breeze– due to the thick smoke. Sometimes the fire warning conditions are rated as catastrophic due to the combination of intense heat and wind forecast that day; and so, we wait and pray.

The drought came first

We have drought and thereby livestock which are dying or very skinny from lack of food. Many farmers have had to sell any livestock they still have, to the abattoirs. Fruit and produce die without water and they can’t even buy enough (or in some cases any) water to help. Our Farmers’ livelihoods are disappearing due to lack of rain. Many have had to sell their farms after generations on the land. Some have committed suicide.

Drinking water is low too.

Our main dam “Warragamba” has always managed to be sufficient for the Sydney Metro area, but it is down to 45% capacity. We are on water restrictions. In a few weeks we won’t be allowed to water our plants, except by hand and bucket. In the outback, water in our main river which flows throughout western NSW, Vic and Sth Australia has stopped flowing. During the winter there have been schools of dead fish in areas and the Murrumbidgee Irrigation Area is at risk.

We are praying for rain.

Last time, we were close to this, it rained and rained and soon our dam was full again. But we never got to the watering with a bucket stage. When we do get a few drops, it doesn’t rain over the dam catchment area. If we get rain after this, I am afraid that it might be in the form of catastrophic flooding.

Our parishes are praying for rain:
(National Prayer Campaign)

At least our clergy recognize our need and have turned to God. A special prayer has been organized to say in all parishes. But we still have the horrible laws which have been enacted, which have invoked God’s wrath.

“Eternal Father, in wisdom and love,
You created our earth to sustain us and give us life.
We turn to You now, in faith, hope and charity,
asking You to look with favour on our drought-stricken land, on our starving animals, on our failing crops.

Strengthen, sustain and give new heart to out farmers and to all who are affected by this drought, be with those who support them. In Your loving providence send abundant rain and restore our parched earth.

Father of all compassion, hear our prayer through Jesus Christ, Thy Son,
in Whom the promise of new life has dawned and through the power of the Holy Ghost, the Lord – the giver of life: renew Your faithful people, renew the face of the earth.

Our Lady of the Southern Cross – Pray for us
Mary, Help of Christians, – Pray for us
Our Lady of Perpetual Help – Pray for us
St Mary of the Cross- Pray for us.”

Prophecies in the Bible:

Revelation 8:7

New International Version
“The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down on the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up”

Zechariah 13:9

King James Bible
“And I will bring the third part through the fire, and will refine them as silver is refined, and will try them as gold is tried: they shall call on my name, and I will hear them: I will say, It is my people: and they shall say, The LORD is my God.

Imagine what it will be like when this choking smoke covers the whole earth, as 1/3 of it burns? If you don’t enjoy it now, why would you think that hell might be ‘fun’ and one big party? Some people are very deluded. Remind them of this day. Remind them so that they fear hell and take it seriously. Some fires cannot even be controlled by fire-fighters. But there is but one fire that is everlasting and brings everlasting regret, pain, anguish and suffering. You don’t want to be there.

Book of Truth on chastisements:

“The changes foretold in My Holy Book are now presented to the world. Battles will rage, lives will be lost, lands will suffer ecological turmoil, crops will fail and many of you will be persecuted by your  governments. The worst battle will be a spiritual one where every effort will be made to turn you against Me.” (10 July 2013)

Chastisements are sent, not merely as punishments for the sins of mankind, but as a means of bringing humanity to its senses and onto its knees in humility. When man is cleared of his arrogance, his belief in his own greatness and the mistaken belief that his power is greater than God’s, then only through such purification can he be made fit to stand before God. ‘ (13 Feb. 2013)

“The sins of the evil one will be glorified and as man finds himself sucked into this madness, the world will be shown the floods of wrath as My Father sweeps away many parts of many countries. Floods will be commonplace and you will know which parts of the world anger My Father the most, when the waters pour down in anger upon nations. … Pray for Mercy- those of you who may be caught up in these chastisements. I will protect those who turn to Me for protection.” (12 AUG. 2013)

“The final insult against My Father, through the sin of war and abortion, will draw down His greatest punishment upon humanity. The life of the unborn child, taken away so cruelly, and without remorse, will be punishable by death of the body and death of the soul.” (7 May 2013)

 

In the messages of Book of Truth, we are given a prayer for the mitigation of chastisements. Remember, that Jesus told us that these prayers were thirty-fold more powerful than other prayers. And He asked us to pray them specifically for these times.

Crusade Prayer (83) For the Mitigation of Chastisements

(November 1, 2012 @ 6:00 pm  )

O dear Father, God the Most High, we, your poor children, prostrate ourselves before Your Glorious Throne in Heaven. We beg You to rid the world of evil. We implore Your Mercy for the souls of those who cause terrible hardships to Your children on earth. Please forgive them. Please remove the antichrist, as soon as he makes himself known. We ask You, dear Lord, to mitigate Your Hand of chastisement. Instead, we beg You to accept our prayers and our sufferings, to ease the suffering of Your children, at this time.
We trust You. We honour You. We thank You for the great sacrifice you made when you sent Your only Son, Jesus Christ, to save us from sin. We welcome Your Son, once again, as the Saviour of humanity. Please protect us. Keep us from harm. Help our families. Have Mercy on us. Amen.

When the fires burn all around us, all over the world at once,  it will be truly awful. This is just a foretaste.

Pray the Crusade Prayers now.

https://missionofsalvation.com/crusade-prayers/

Be prepared!!!

(Crusader Will) – Shifting of the Blocks

Crusader Will is back. See his latest contribution below:

“Crusader Will reflects on changes in his circumstances and in the world scene over seven years into advancing age.

SHIFTING OF THE BLOCKS

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Once I’d wait all year for it to get warm.

Now I can’t wait for it to get cool.

Erratic behaviour is now the norm

At the climax to Satan’s age-old rule.

 

I was told I would ‘come into my own’           

At ’62’. But my initial guess

That it concerned my age was overthrown

When the reference proved to be my address.

 

Shrunk have my horizons. Big City scope            

Eludes a small-town shift. Public transport

Is limited; most people drive. There’s no hope

For the pedestrian but to resort

 

To the furnace of the street, and the relief

Of the hat, the occasional awning

And the well-spaced tree. It’s past all belief.

An abyss of stuck-at-home is yawning

 

Unless I step out in faith: opt for the good    

As Christ’s Church is being split and contents hurled

To the ground, worshipers blinded by falsehood

                                  Into thinking all is well with the world.

 

Economics made me move. But all right      

Much in my world was, and I had certain plans

That even gave a reporter delight

To report. What hopefulness is a man’s.

 

The Church, the stage. A garden, photographs

And poems: all exercised my mind. I walked

Everywhere, even biked. A load of laughs

Not everything in my health was, but i balked

 

At few initiatives. I joined a troupe

Of entertainers. A charity cafe

Saw me wash dishes as well as serve soup.

A one-man show I wrote; work-shopped an old play;

 

While a visit to friends capped off a trip

To an overseas touring exhibition

Of Grace Kelly’s costumes and clothes, in whose grip

I wrote a piece on her life. This mission

 

I have still to completely accomplish.

And hope will segue into another piece

Of quasi-apocalyptic anguish

As Church-and-State transitional woes increase.

Task still in progress as I stem the decline

In my physical and artistic powers,

Where changes in tolerance work to consign

Me and my race to our darkest-veering hours.           

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Now we must be circumspect. I feel alone,

Utterly alone.  I don’t know who to trust

in a town whose truth-awareness at-the-bone

Stays unsounded: lurking beneath a tough crust.

 

Back to Grace: a Hopkins-like verse come-back

(Hand ‘a little out’ at first). I need a theme

To tempt my inner Muse to take up the slack.

That, or a cooler climate for the dream.

 

A ‘state of grace’ is indeed my prime concern;

Eternal salvation a personal quest –

And a spur to intercession as hordes burn

In hell,  untaught how to gain eternal rest.

 

In my country we run the gamut of modes        

Of allegiance: God, gods. no god at all,

Or the Prince of Darkness, who makes great inroads

Even on the once-true, who have the gall

 

To desecrate the very House of the Lord.

Never were the Seven Deadly Sins so bold,

So many ancient virtues put to the sword,

                                     So many of the old pieties grown cold.

 

The sordid, the grotesque, mass corruption,

Scorn for the eternal, deadness at the heart.

Many no longer have any compunction

About unrighteousness in trade or in art.

 

All been foretold, of course, though the future

Looked to is either too bleak or too far

To the turnaround for the makeshift suture

To hold. God’s wounds weep over the last hurrah.

Now, Catholic Prophecy  by Yves Dupont

Was published nearly fifty years ago.

Though my Charismatic phase found in this font

Of gloom too Fundamentalist an echo.

 

But Fatima and its plummeting sun

Brought me through to more recent Marian veins

Of forecast too close at hand not to have won

From me the conviction there of great truth-gains.

 

For soon after my Kelly endeavours

Came a plunge into a mission that has, since, 

Wrought a change that once and for all severs

All from all other reasons for existence.         

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The aging process and a small town afford

Distinct disadvantages.  Bus lacks have cut

Some interests back; stamina woes have gnawed

At some volunteering; and some doors have shut.

 

Verse I now write mainly to discursive ends,

Sometimes as song parody. Lyrical scope

Only occasional travel now lends.

(Beware of that slippery downward slope.)

 

Then came this poem (after calls to rescue

My lamp from the bushel). A fine-film club

(Complete with soft seats and a piano) grew

A poetry sub-group. Aye, there was the rub.

 

Now I was really ‘coming into my own’.

A small town could provide the right milieu

For testing the waters and getting known

On a small scale and in an esprit de jeu,

 

In temperate times of ‘mellow fruitfulness’

In which my body was holding level

And my mind receiving the astute coolness

Of peer endorsement. Long-last cue to revel.

 

Remains the apocalyptic. I retain

My caution. The lowdown on the Showdown

Lies in Revelation and Daniel. The stain

Of original sin swamps this land this town.

 

Crusader Will”

 

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