How my name NOREEN is spoken from Heaven
Yes, I will. I have a purpose. My friend, the giant carpeter of Mr. Wilson, says it’s “E-Z.” My mother says I can assume. It is the fresh air I breathe that smells like honeydew. The ethereal rooted grass on the fertile land Grows cottons of clouds under our feet. The bird from the rose leaves shoots up skyward before me Showing me way above the tree, She stands smiling at us. The leafy round bush gets gentle showers from the sky Of pearls, glittering and filling my eyes with delight. My ears shut from the street noise and the music tape To listen…my Father is speaking. I hear angels singing melodious airborne songwaves. It freezes six feet above, I have no bones that weight me down. I have no clothes on to feel, but my Father holds me warm. Mother calls and I look up to Her in immaculate habiliment. She dresses me bright white. I am on cloud afloat above the land. I reach up to Her. I want to go with Her and experience Heaven, Be in Her company for life. From Her sides, She lays Her hands on my shoulders. Suddenly, the coolness of the cloud – its moisture deep in my skin Desert me. The weight of my body brings me back on my knees. She says, “You are doing good. I congratulate you and The Legion in my name for honoring our Father with your good works. I am very happy for all of you here praying for peace. Your prayers are well heard by our Father and He has rewarded you. He continues to reward you for all your efforts to love Him And I continue to ask Him to have mercy on those who do not pray. Our Father will continue to give you more blessings for Your efforts to spread the Faith in the power of prayers Through the Legion or in your own individual calling. This is our Father’s mission to you also, Noreen…” Nearby the hill of Golgotha is no way in the world easy. Was, is, or will Christ be the middle? No thief can take it. The two are known to be there. One sorry goes to paradise. The other dies dumb in sin. “Mr. Wilson’s giant, I want to go with Jesus,” I say. Holding the key, he unclocks the door to the sun. The resplendence of the sun opens and lights the highways to my soul. The windows of my eyes wait up as I watch Jesus ascending the radiant golden sun. Behind the branchful tree stand three flagpoles atop the next building. Blown away, they are little angels Cheering for Jesus, singing to us and waving white cloths to Mother. “I am St. Peter. I hold the key to the gate of Heaven. You know me,” he says. My soul is filled with want to stay with Her. She goes farther and farther up. The clouds on the tree are stairs that keep adding up one on top of another. Bright white beams of light radiate out To elevate Mother Mary. “God is above all this,” I say. He sends two resplendent orange rays. She is flanked by rays all the way up to the open. The clouds seal up and I am still weeping with my head back. I receive the beams and rays of light God pours out to my palms. Bob twists my right arm. I regain my ordinary senses. I know the inspiration one man must have had to build this shrine. I will remember your shrine and thank God FOR EVERY LITTLE BIT OF IT. (Pray the Rosary for Peace, Ed Reineman’s Shrine, Jersey City, N.J. – May 5, 1985 – Legion of Mary)
Mary told me to go back to the site on “Tuesday” (May 7, 1985)
There was a bench there. I looked around for any sign of Mother Mary. I really thought She would be as simple & ordinary as you & me. I waited for about 5 minutes then suddenly, I was prompted to lay with my back on the bench. Looking up at the sky, I saw her sculpted in white clouds dressed in a wedding gown. She implicitly said She was the Bride of the Holy Spirit. She was holding up another gown which I asked for whom. She didn’t speak to me, the clouds dissipated like shredded cotton. But I guessed if it were for me & I wanted to be a nun, it only meant I’d get married wearing the gown to Jesus in Heaven. If I’d get married to an Earthly man, I have an idea for a gown. Since the messages God conveys is not just for me but for everyone, I believe the gown is for each & every one of us. God is inviting us to be brides of His beloved Son, Jesus Christ. I also prayed for women who want to get married. I offered up my nieces & asked God to give them good men for their husbands. My eldest niece married the boy from her grammar school whom I had always wanted for her. Answer to prayer? Probably! Coincidence, possible. True love for each other? Absolutely!