In the mailbag, thoughts seemed focused, with all that's going around us, and release of a new book, on prophecy.

From Minnesota, a professor named David Bissonnette, cites a website that reported back in 2008 on a mystical woman who "had a dream of the Saskatchewan River cresting and flooding Edmonton. She was (allegedly) told by Our Lord the following: 'My child, when you see these things happening you will know that it is time to ‘hunker down.' The persecution will be upon you. The river represents the lies that will flood the earth. The wooden bridge is the church, solid now, but a time will come when it will be submerged–still there, but invisible. The rope is your faith. Hold onto it and you will be safe. Not only that, but through your prayers and love, you will be able to rescue those who may have let go of their faith. The second dream has the two of you on a wide and easy path over the turbulent waters. But a time will come when you will need to choose the narrow, hazardous way. Continue to pray and fast, my child, that your faith may not fail you.' Interestingly, on June 23 the Saskatchewan river crested in Edmonton, causing several part of the city to flood.... I believe the time has come to ready for it strikes me that the persecution is already here..."

Actually, it was also Calgary and the related Bow and Elbow rivers. But we get the point.

The reason for upheaval is all the darkness that surrounds us.

It has broken into the wide open.

Notes Paul Mullin of Saint Catherine, Ontario, "I recently saw a television commercial for Nissan Canada where two people are using a Ouija board to channel a dead family member. They are sitting in a car dealership and are 'asking' a relative which car to buy. I think if more people spoke up big corporations wouldn't push the occult envelope so far. I myself contacted Nissan Canada and told them I would never consider buying a Nissan because of that ad. Money talks, especially when it's going somewhere else."

Referring to the new book Fear of Fire, and a previous one, Witness: "I came across my copy of Witness the other day and it opened to a description of Our Lady wearing a fiery garb, which brought to mind the fires of Medjugorje that burned but didn't consume anything," wrote Terry Bethel of Aurora, Colorado. "And then I recalled a strange fire on Estella and Reyes Ruiz's property in Phoenix. It was years ago that we were in the area and drove to their home [Estella is a reputed seer] for their Saturday night Rosary.

"We prayed the Rosary in the backyard, facing the family's shrine, and when the Rosary ended, we stood up to offer each other the sign of peace. As I turned to shake hands with the person behind me, my eye caught something along the backside of the house. I looked up and saw a dark cherry wood glass paneled door lined with white sheers, and behind them a solid wall of flames. The sheers were transparent, and I could see the fire in detail. After a few moments, I realized it wasn't consuming anything. I continued starting and nothing changed. Finally I said to my friend next to me, 'What's going on with that door?' But she didn't seem to see anything. What I saw was as real as the lawn and the trees and the person across from me waiting for a handshake."

It certainly isn't all alleged prophecy we hear about. On the brighter side, Christine Eaton of Canton. Ohio, as regards an article we had concerning Saint Philomena, tells us that "about fourteen years ago, I had to go to a business meeting in Boston. I flew out of Akron/Canton, and returned from Boston, via Cincinnati. Before I left for the trip, I grabbed a book on St. Philomena and put it in my briefcase, so I would have something to read in my hotel room.  

"On the return flight from Boston to Cincinnati, I was seated alone in my two-seat row. Behind me were two women; I heard them talking very worriedly about a pregnant family member. And then I heard one of them say that she had been told that they should pray to St. Philomena. Both of them were saying that they didn't know who she was, had never heard of her, etcetera.  When I heard the words 'St. Philomena,' I just sat bolt upright, with wonder. I just happened to have a book about her, and it was right in my briefcase. In fact, the book that went to Boston had never been taken out of the briefcase in Boston, as I was too tired to read in the evening. It was sitting at my feet, apparently just waiting to be given to these women.