Preface to the Miracles since Late December

 Hi everyone,

So this is a bit hard for me to write. I don't really trip out about much except when I try to sleep and when I have to take time to look over past writings of mine, if only because using Facebook to do that is very slow and tedious, and I'm always fast-paced. And it's also very hard to explain what I'm doing. And, frankly, whatever happened on 13 January spooked me enough that I was unable to log it. I felt paralyzed for a few days, and it took even longer to recover physically from exhaustion of what happened. I also felt that I would never experience something from the Heavens again. Except it kept happening... over and over again. So I log these on Facebook since it's fast for me to do so, but then writing it here semi-formally is a bit more of a process. The fact is that I have a very violent sleeping disorder too. My husband and I talked today. I likened my sleeping disorder to his migraines: "Try something different" just to beat it, and you never know when an attack is going to happen. And when my translation is factored into that, when I'm working is not only very inconsistent, there is still so much to do that I'm tempted to be selfish by working on that instead of telling people what the Queen of Heaven (and Padre Pio, by the way, and Dante, and Pope Benedict (!) did for me). And Saint Geneviève too. It's a lot of people helping me.

And here's the biggest thing. I don't believe in lying about one's personal life. We're all screwed up a little bit. That's why we are Human, hence Fallen. I grew up in a very far right family. It's just a traditional thing. And I have always had a Fascist streak within me. I'm pretty sure one could glean or assume that from my blog... Well, I had a miracle after my Lent plan that the Queen of Heaven and I constructed together, because I could tell from her portrait that she was really not happy about what I did (rather, didn't) do for Ash Wednesday. We made a plan. I left the shower. She smiled. And I had to fight really hard to do what I promised. There will be much more about that. Well, what I didn't expect is that I stopped smoking on Easter, totally unexpectedly, and also renounced Fascism the week after. Even my friends were kind of spooked since it's something that they just expect of me. 

So I will be going through my Facebook posts and logging everything from a rain miracle to Padre Pio's intervention, from what happened on Lent to dealing with psychiatrists (the second one thought I was batsh!t crazy), from rejecting Fascism to opening my heart a bit to people instead of being a brute, as my temperament inclines me to do.  And the Rain Miracle... I smiled yesterday when I found out that Mary's promise turned out true, as I knew that she would not cause a flood from all the rain that we got. And I'm listening to a song that she gave me in the buildup to the miracle. I work psychotically hard. Whatever happened on January 13 and the days building up to it, as well as my 14 January Dream, was so surreal that it spooked me. And I got a present from her: a ribbon. It was on my pillow. It's all really hard to describe, and I'll do my best to cover that. So as I'm writing and chronicling all of this, I'll do what she told me to do in prayer one night, which shot at me like a gun: "Listen to 'Danny Boy.'" I still don't like to listen to that song since the 13 January Miracle... I can't ever hear that song again without thinking about what happened in those days.