What Is the Devil’s Favorite Sin? Pride, Says an Exorcist. ‘Galleeeego, you’re over-doooing it.’ That shook me.”


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– Todd Page via Flickr

MADRID — Is an exorcist afraid? What is the devil’s favorite sin? These and other questions were tackled in a recent interview with Dominican Father Juan José Gallego, an exorcist from the Archdiocese of Barcelona in Catalonia, Spain.

It has been nine years since Father Gallego was appointed as exorcist. In an interview conducted by the Spanish daily El Mundo, the priest said that, in his experience, pride is the sin the devil likes the most.

“Have you ever been afraid?” the interviewer asked.

“In the beginning, I had a lot of fear,” Father Gallego replied. “All I had to do was look over my shoulder, and I saw demons. … The other day, I was doing an exorcism: ‘I command you! I order you!’ … and the Evil One, with a loud voice, fires back at me: ‘Galleeeego, you’re over-doooing it.’ That shook me.”

Nevertheless, he knows that the devil is not more powerful than God. The exorcist recalled, “When they appointed me, a relative told me, ‘Whoa, Juan José, I’m really afraid, because in the movie The Exorcist one person died and the other threw himself through a window. I said to her, ‘Don’t forget that the devil is (just a) creature of God.’”

When people are possessed, he added, “they lose consciousness; they speak strange languages; they have inordinate strength; they feel really bad; you see very well-mannered people vomiting and blaspheming.”

“There was a boy [to] whom the demon would set his shirt on fire at night and things like that. He told me what the demons were proposing him to do: If you make a pact with us, you’ll never have to go through any more of what you’re going through now.”

Father Gallego also warned that “New Age” practices like reiki and some yoga can be points of entry for the demons. He also said that addictions are “a type of possession.”

“When people are going through a crisis, they suffer more,” he said. “They can feel hopeless. People feel like they’ve got the devil inside.”

Statue of the Virgin Mary is Left Miraculously Intact After Fire

The events took place at the El Goloso military base, located near the Spanish capital, seat of the nation’s armored infantry brigade “Guadarrama.” According to several Spanish news sites, including Infovaticana and Religión en Libertad, a fire broke out that was impossible to control, burning most of the surrounding vegetation.

Once the flames were extinguished, to the soldiers’ surprise, in the middle of the charred area, stood a statue of Our Lady of Lourdes—totally undamaged! What’s more, the soldiers were shocked to see that the grass near the statue had not been touched by the flames and that it was even still surrounded by vases filled with flowers, also intact, as if the flames had respected the space around the statue.

The fire took place on July 30, in the middle of the heat wave which had descended upon Spain. The soldiers could not explain why the statue had suffered no damage nor why the flowers had not even been blackened or withered by the heat. The story quickly spread though social networks, some suspecting a fraud, but further investigations have dispelled all possible doubts. In the photographs, one can easily see that the ground is completely burnt, except near the statue.

Indeed, for the most part, the soldiers on the base did not know that there was a statue of the Virgin in their garden. However, some of them who had a special devotion to Mother Mary had recommended themselves to this representation of Our Lady of Lourdes. And, the statue had already participated in official ceremonies at the military base.


Mary’s Lips moving during praying of the rosary during our Thursday night prayer group.

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Moving statues?

Mainly, when miraculous events with statues are claimed, it’s tears or exudations, often of oil: said to flow inexplicably. Sometimes, folks think statues have moved or that they vary in facial expression or countenance from one photo to the next.

Imagination? Deceptive phenomena? Or another sign — in our times — from Heaven? In Texas, it is a statue that reportedly has displayed what a devout group believes have been lips that move in sync with their own while they pray the Rosary. It sounds preposterous. But doesn’t every “miracle”?

As a fellow named Don in the Houston area explained to us: “The statue was bought and painted by a friend in Philadelphia over twenty years ago. Some of Our Lady’s messages late last year asked that we double our prayers, since things in the next three years will be getting a lot more serious.

“We have a prayer group that has been together praying for over twnety-seven years. We decided to meet every two weeks instead of once a month. The first week in January while we were praying in front of the statue I looked at it and to my amazement the lips were moving while we were praying. Every time that we met this year the lips would move. We later noticed that her eyes were moving and ‘blinking.’ We even saw her turn and bow her head.

“I called a friend who is a newsman for the morning show here in Houston, on ABC, and he sent a TV crew to my home, and they interviewed me for over an hour. My television friend that viewed it told me he has seen a lot of videos in the thirty-plus years he has done TV, and he said this was the most amazing video he had ever seen. Several of my friends including a priest told me the video inspired them to pray more, and that is what I think Our Lady wants of us. Copies have been sent to two bishops, but no answer from them. The video is under You-Tube as: ‘Mary’s lips moving.’ It is most amazing. Anything that inspires one to pray more in these days we are living in is worthwhile. All this is for her to save souls.”]

As a viewer named Kathy Gandolfo further explained (in the mailbag): “My husband and I just joined the prayer group about a year ago. In the spring, the leader of the group decided in prayer that we should start meeting twice a month because of all the world’s problems. Shortly thereafter the statue in their den where we say the Rosary started to manifest blessings to us.

“Her lips started moving with us as we prayed the three mysteries.

“Sometimes she blinks her eyes and I have even seen her tilt her head down when others kneel during the fifth decade of the Sorrowful Mystery (the Crucifixion). Several weeks ago, I received an email about the Madonna icon in a church in Sydney doing the same thing. I decided to try to video this with my cell phone, which I did without telling the group, as I didn’t want to make a spectacle and just recorded for a little over a minute. To my surprise, it was easily viewed on my phone, even though I was maybe twelve to fifteen feet away and it came out a little grainy. I sent a copy to [Don] and he sent that to our local ABC affiliate and they could also see it. They sent a crew out to his home and interviewed him and his wife for over an hour and a promo that day on 12:00 news Well, they decided not to air it. Our friend wanted to remain anonymous and didn’t want his address to be given for fear that thousands would flock to their home. He is also sending a copy to our local Bishop. I thought you might like to know about it.”


Hiding the Truth? – The Mistranslation of Our Lady’s Words in Sr. Lucia’s New Biography

Hiding the Truth? – The Mistranslation of Our Lady’s Words in Sr. Lucia’s New Biography

Thursday, 13 August 2015

Hiding the Truth? – The Mistranslation of Our Lady’s Words in Sr. Lucia’s New Biography

Christopher Ferrara, the author of a popular book on the two-text theory concerning the Third Secret of Fatima, The Secret Still Hidden, has recently flagged up a major criticism of the English translation of A Pathway Under the Gaze of Mary, which specifically relates to a key portion of the text which confirms the existence of an interpretation of the Third Secret that was given to Sr. Lucia by the Virgin Mary.  The key sentence in question concerns the words of Our Lady, which appears in the official English translation as: “Be at peace and write what they order you, but do not give your opinion of its meaning.” I had noticed this difference myself at the time, with the implications behind it being that Sr. Lucia was forbidden by Our Lady to give any of her own opinions on the Third Secret. This is quite different from the original Portuguese version, which makes it quite clear that Sr. Lucia was actually given an interpretation of the Third Secret by the Blessed Mother herself, and that she was instructed not to write down this interpretation at the present time:

“….be at peace and write what they command you, not, however, what is given to you to understand of its significance.” 

See Ferrara’s full critique of this faulty interpretation here.
This of course does not mean that Sr. Lucia was not told by Our Lady to write down this interpretation separately at some point in the future, which would go on to explain the existence of two texts related to the Third Secret in the first place. The World Apostolate of Fatima, who publishes the English version of A Pathway Under the Gaze of Mary, has since admitted that this translation is indeed faulty, and plans to amend it in a second edition of this work (see here).
I plan to address this subject and other issues of relevance in a forthcoming second edition of my book Unveiling the Apocalypse, which should be published by either late September or October.

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A recent article on angels in ordinary life and also during Adoration elicited quite a response in the mail of personal testimonies.

A sample:

“I read from a group of messages given to a mystic that Jesus likes us to perform one act of kindness each day,” wrote Diane McPartland of Upper Darby, Pennsylvania. “So one day I said to Jesus that I would like to perform an act of kindness that day. During the day I completely forgot about this petition. But that same evening my husband and I were sitting on the sofa watching a program when there was a knock at the door. It had just grown dark, probably around 9 p.m., and to hear a knock on your door at night is somewhat unnerving.

“I opened the door and there was a young guy standing on our porch.

“I asked if I could help him. He said to me, ‘Someone sent me to this house and said you would be able to help me out.’ He was holding a parchment type of paper in his hand and I could see the first two numbers of my house address, which has four numbers, written in a beautiful calligraphy-type script. There was something striking about this young man’s countenance. He was wearing jeans and a work shirt. He said he needed to take the train to such and such a station. He told me the exact amount he needed down to the change. So I said to him ‘wait here one minute, went upstairs, and grabbed a $10-bill even though it wasn’t the exact change he asked for.

“Returning, I said to the young man, ‘Here, take this in case you need a little extra.’ I told him where to go to get the train. He looked at me with a smile and thanked me. At that moment I knew he was an angel and I remembered my petition to Jesus that morning to do an act of kindness. A tremendous sense of peace flooded me and it felt as though I was walking on clouds because I had such an intense joy. I shut the door and then immediately opened it. In a flash he was gone, not even to be seen walking up the street. My husband asked me what the person wanted. So I just told him someone was asking for directions, and I could not stop giggling. Imagine the look on his face.”
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Kate Callender of Sierra Vista, Arizona, recounts that:

“In October of 1997, my mother-in-law remarried. She lived in North Carolina; we lived in New Mexico. Money was very tight. My husband had a demanding job and could not get time from work. My mother-in-law’s soon-to-be-husband sent plane tickets for me and my two toddlers, Madison aged two and Nick aged one. There being no direct flight to Charlotte, North Carolina, we had a flight and terminal change in Atlanta. On the way to the wedding, all went very smoothly. On the way back, the first leg of the trip, from Charlotte to Atlanta, was delayed. We arrived in Atlanta only twenty minutes before the next flight was due to take off.

“I was worried. I had no way to contact my husband, who would be waiting in El Paso to pick us up from this flight, and no money to pay for any type of delay such as change of flight fee, meals or hotel. As we came off the first flight, I looked at the connection board and my heart sank. We would need to take the train to another terminal. Eighteen minutes to go. We’d never make it. I took hold of my two-year-old daughter’s hand, slung the tote (i.e. diaper bag) over my shoulder, picked up my one-year-old son, and moved as fast as my two-year-old, Madison, would go.

“A man came up, introduced himself as ‘Dave,’ and asked if he could carry my daughter so we could run faster. Still moving swiftly, I quickly explained that my daughter was frightened of men she did not know and would never allow herself to be picked up. At that very moment, she looked at him adoringly and reached her arms up and around his neck.

“I didn’t question it! We ran and got on the train just before the doors closed and arrived at the gate just before they closed the flight. ‘Dave’ turned and said something that seemed logical at the time, but clearly could not have been. He said, ‘Are you okay now? I have to go back, I left my computer open at the other terminal, I need to go back.’ I thanked him and we boarded the flight.

“No sooner did we do that than the doors closed. As I finished buckling in the two babies and sat down to buckle my own belt, I noticed ‘Dave’ was in the seat ahead of us, resting his chin on his folded hands and smiling. ‘You made it…have a safe trip.’ I said thanks, then the little one tugged at me and I turned my head briefly to see what he wanted.

“When I looked back, ‘Dave’ had vanished.

“The plane immediately taxied for takeoff. After we took off, I scrutinized every passenger on that plane. ‘Dave’ was not there. On the flight I thought about this and came to the conclusion that it must have been an angel that came to our aid. Years later, I recounted the tale to an elderly priest, himself a mystic. He simply said, ‘oh you’ve met Dave — he’s Madison’s guardian angel.”

Wrote Sean Alexander of Decatur, Alabama: “Over twenty years ago we were kayaking in a South Carolina tidal marsh with our young children. We started heading back but the outgoing tide was so strong that my wife with our daughter and our two boys in another kayak could not paddle upstream, so they headed for a nearby sandy shore. Our guide in his kayak and me in mine continued upstream toward where we had left the truck.

“I was really struggling because I was not in good shape like our guide, and a few times called out to him to rest a bit, but he kept going forward, and that was fair because if we paused we would just loose a good bit of progress quickly.

“By the time we got to the dock I was so exhausted I didn’t have the energy to paddle the short distance to the ramp, so I let my kayak rest up against the dock — when it immediately rolled like a barrel in the strong current and I found myself jammed up under the dock, underwater fighting against the strong current.

“I clawed my way as hard as I could and was able to reach the kayak at the edge of the dock, and stick my head out of water and got my arms up on the dock, but I couldn’t pull myself up further because the out going tide was so strong, like someone pulling me down by my legs — there was no way I could pull myself up onto that dock.

“I felt my strength, I guess adrenaline, drain from me completely at that point, and even with my arms laying flat and hard as I could on the dock I was slowly slipping back under.

“I turned to look for my guide and saw him with his kayak on his back walking up toward the truck.

“I had no strength left to make a sound greater than the noise of the tidal rush against the dock. Any movement of my arms to try to get out into the open water would just slip me under sooner. I remember the great sense of disappointment I felt that I was about to die.

“As I turned away from looking at my guide I saw a neatly dressed man offering his hand out to me — red golf shirt, dress slacks and shoes, he looked like he had just stepped away from a yacht club, and I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up onto the dock.

“I thanked him and as I was on my knees catching my breath I saw our guide jogging down the dock toward me. I began explaining to him what had happened on the way to the truck and we drove down to pick up my wife and children.

“Because I was pretty cut up from clawing my way under barnacled covered wood, and one of our boys got cut up I guess on an oyster bed near where they landed, we went to a nearby clinic to get treated for infections. It wasn’t until later on that I reflected on the incident with the man who helped me out; how it didn’t make any sense. The dock was small with nothing on it and no one anywhere near as I had paddled up, and I didn’t see him again after I started talking to my guide. He had literally come out of nowhere.

“I have thought about how this could be explained other than by Divine intervention; there was no one in the area as I approached the dock, and no one when I came up out of the water. It was a small dock in an isolated area and I could see everywhere.

Wrote one last viewer (we’ll have more next week):

“About 21 years ago or so when I went to Adoration and looking at the Host, a mist formed and became bigger until it filled the whole altar and beyond. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes and cleaned my lenses. Then I looked at the Host again and it happened again. But when I looked just a speck away from the Host everything became clear
again. So I tested this again and again and a mist forms every time I go to Adoration even to this day.

“I’m guessing this is God’s blessing”


[previous article: Angels in our time? Yes, and they come during Adoration]