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Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana ako at pagpasensyahan. Kapag dala
ng kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw
sa hapag kainan, huwag mo naman sana akong
kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako sa
tuwing sisigawan mo ako.

Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi
mo, huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang
ang sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya ka na, anak. Matanda na
talaga ako.

Kapag mahina na tuhod ko, pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang
tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa
lamang lumakad.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung ako man ay nagiging makulit at
paulit ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta pakinggan mo na lang ako.
Huwag mo sana akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang pakinggan.
Natatandaan mo anak noong bata ka pa? Kapag gusto mo ng lobo,paulit-
ulit mo 'yong sasabihin, maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't hindi mo
nakukuha ang gusto mo. Pinagtiyagaan ko ang kakulitan mo.

Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy
lupa. Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo. Mahina na ang katawan ko.
Madaling magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo sana akong
pandirihan. Natatandaan mo noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kitang
habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw mong maligo.

Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung madalas, ako'y masungit, dala na marahil
ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo, maiintindihan mo rin.

Kapag may konti kang panahon, magkwentuhan naman tayo, kahit sandali
lang. inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam
kong busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong malaman mo na sabik na
sabik na akong makakwentuhan ka, kahit alam kong hindi ka interesado
sa mga kwento ko.
Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa? Pinagtiyagaan kong pakinggan
at intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento tungkol sa iyong teddy
bear.

At kapag dumating ang sandali na ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa
banig ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong pagsawaan alagaan.
Pagpasensyahan mo na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi sa higaan,
pagtiyagaan mo sana akong alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking
buhay.

Tutal hindi na naman ako magtatagal.

Kapag dumating ang sandali ng aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang
aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas ng loob na harapin ang
kamatayan.

At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,
ibubulong ko sa Kanya na pagapalain ka sana ... dahil naging
mapagmahal ka sa iyong ama't ina...

-Written by Rev. Fr. Ariel F. Robles
CWL Spiritual Director
St. Augustine Parish
Baliuag, Bulacan

Got this from a friend....

After you read this, kindly forward to people you know who you think do not believe that there is no Hell and Purgatory.

DEATH EXPERIENCE,
written by Father Jose Maniyangat ( Florida )

I was born on July 16, 1949 in Kerala , India , to my parents, Joseph and Theresa Maniyangat. I am the eldest of seven children: Jose, Mary, Theresa, Lissama, Zachariah, Valsa and Tom.

At the age of fourteen, I entered St. Mary's Minor Seminary in Thiruvalla to begin my studies for the priesthood. Four years later, I went to St. Joseph 's Pontifical Major Seminary in Alwaye, Kerala to continue my priestly formation. After completing the seven years of Philosophy and Theology, I was ordained a priest on January 1, 1975 to serve as a missionary at the Diocese of Thiruvalla.

In 1978, while teaching at the St. Thomas Minor Seminary in Bathery, I became an active member of the Charismatic Renewal Movement and began conducting charismatic retreats and conferences in Kerala.

On Sunday, April 14, 1985, the Feast of the Divine Mercy, I was going to celebrate Mass at a mission church in the north part of Kerala, and I had a fatal accident. I was riding a motorcycle when I was hit head-on by a jeep driven by a man who was intoxicated after a Hindu festival. I was rushed to a hospital about 35 miles away.

On the way, my soul came out from my body and I experienced death. Immediately, I met my Guardian Angel. I saw my body and the people who were carrying me to the hospital. I heard them crying and praying for me. At this time, my angel told me: "I am going to take you to Heaven, the Lord wants to meet you and talk with you". He also said that on the way, he wanted to show me Hell and Purgatory.

First, the angel escorted me to Hell. It was an awful sight! I saw Satan and the devils, an unquenchable fire of about 2,000 Fahrenheit degrees, worms crawling, people screaming and fighting, others being tortured by demons. The angel told me that all these sufferings were due to unrepented mortal sins. Then, I understood that there are seven degrees of suffering or levels according to the number and kinds of mortal sins committed in their earthly lives. The souls looked very ugly, cruel and horrific. It was a fearful experience. I saw people whom I knew but I am not allowed to reveal their identities.

The sins that convicted them were mainly abortion, homosexuality, euthanasia, hatefulness, unforgiveness and sacrilege. The angel told me that if they had repented, they would have avoided Hell and gone instead to Purgatory. I also understood that some people who repent from these sins might be purified on earth through their sufferings. This way, they can avoid Purgatory and go straight to Heaven. I was surprised when I saw in Hell even priests and bishops, some of whom I never expected to see. Many of them were there because they had misled the people with false teaching and bad example.

After the visit to Hell, my Guardian angel escorted me to Purgatory. Here too, there are seven degrees of suffering and unquenchable fire. But it is far less intense than Hell and there was neither quarrelling nor fighting. The main suffering of these souls is their separation from God. Some of those who are in Purgatory committed numerous mortal sins, but they were reconciled with God before their death.

Even though these souls are suffering, they enjoy peace and the knowledge that on day they will see God face to face. I had a chance to communicate with the souls in Purgatory. They asked me to pray for them and to tell the people to pray for them as well, so they can go to Heaven quickly. When we pray for these souls we will receive their gratitude through their prayers and once they enter Heaven, their prayers become even more meritorious.

It is difficult for me to describe how beautiful my Guardian Angel is. He is radiant and bright. He is my constant companion and helps me in all my ministries, especially my Healing Ministry. I experience his presence everywhere I go and I am grateful for his protection in my daily life.

Next, my angel escorted me to Heaven, passing through a big dazzling white tunnel. I never experienced this much peace and joy in my life. Then immediately, Heaven opened up and I heard the most delightful music, which I never heard before. The angels were singing and praising God. I saw all the saints, especially the Blessed Mother and St. Joseph , and many dedicated holy bishops and priests who were shining like stars.

And when I appeared before the Lord, Jesus told me: "I want you to go back to the world. In your second life, you will be an instrument of peace and healing to my people. You will walk in a foreign land and you will speak in a foreign tongue. Everything is possible for you with my grace". After these words, the Blessed Mother told me: "Do whatever He tells you. I will help you in your ministries."

Words cannot express the beauty of Heaven. There, we find so much peace and happiness, which exceed a million times our imagination. Our Lord is far more beautiful than any image can convey. His face is radiant and luminous and more beautiful than a thousand rising suns. The pictures we see in the world are only a shadow of His magnificence. The Blessed Mother was next to Jesus - She was so beautiful and radiant. None of the images we see in this world can compare with Her real beauty. Heaven is our real home, we are all created to reach heaven and enjoy God forever.

Then, I came back to the world with my angel. While my body was at the hospital, the doctor completed all examinations and I was pronounced dead. The cause of death was bleeding. My family was notified and since they were far away, the hospital staff decided to move my dead body to the morgue. Because the hospital did not have air conditioners, they were concerned that the body would decompose quickly.

As they were moving my dead body to the morgue, my soul returned to the body. I felt an excruciating pain because of so many wounds and broken bones. I began to scream and then the people became frightened and ran away screaming. One of them approached the doctor and said, "The dead body is screaming." The doctor came to examine the body and found that I was alive. So he said, "Father is alive, it is a miracle, take him back to the hospital."

Now, back at the hospital, they gave me blood transfusions and I was taken to surgery to repair the broken bones. They worked on my lower jaw, ribs, pelvic bone, wrists, and right leg. After two months, I was released from the hospital, but my orthopedic doctor said that I would never walk again. I then said to him, "The Lord who gave me my life back and sent me back to the world will heal me".

Once at home, we were all praying for a miracle. Still after a month and with the casts removed, I was not able to move. But one day, while praying, I felt an extraordinary pain in my pelvic area. After a short while, the pain disappeared completely and I heard a voice saying, "You are healed. Get up and walk".

I felt the peace and healing power on my body. I immediately got up and walked. I praised and thanked God for the miracle. I reached my doctor with the news of my healing and he was amazed. He said, "Your God is the true God. I must follow your God." The doctor was Hindu and he asked me to teach him about our Church. After studying the faith, I baptized him and he became a Catholic.

Following the message from my Guardian Angel, I came to the United States on November 10, 1986, as a Missionary Priest. First, I worked in the Diocese of Boise , Idaho from 1987 to 1989 and then became the Director of Prison Ministry in the Diocese of Orlando , Florida from 1989 to1992. In 1992, I came to the Diocese of St. Augustine , where I was first assigned to St. Matthew's Parish in Jacksonville for two years. I was then appointed Parochial Vicar of Assumption Church from 1994 to 1999.

In 1997, I was incardinated as a permanent member of the Diocese. Since June 1999, I have been Pastor of St. Mary's Mother of Mercy Catholic Church in MacClenny , Florida . I also serve as the Catholic Chaplain for Florida State Prison in Starke, Union Correctional Institution in Raiford and Northeast Florida State Hospital in MacClenny. I am also the Diocesan Spiritual Director of the Legion of Mary.

On the first Saturday of each month, I conduct a Eucharistic and Charismatic- Healing Ministry in my Parish, St. Mary Mother of Mercy. People come from all over the diocese, many parts of Florida and even from out of the state. I have been invited to conduct the Healing Ministry in other major cities of the United States, including New York, Philadelphia, Washington DC, San Jose, Dallas, Chicago, Birmingham, Denver, Boise, Idaho Falls, Ontario, Miami, Ft Lauderdale, Poolesville and many other countries - Ireland, Spain, Czech Republic, India, France, Portugal, Yugoslavia, Italy, Canada, Mexico, Cayman Island, Hawaiian Islands.

Through this Eucharistic- Healing Ministry, I have seen many people healed physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally. People with various illnesses, such as cancer, AIDs, arthritis, heart conditions, eye problems, emphysema, asthma, back pains, bad hearing and many others have been healed completely.

In addition, several times during the year, I conduct a special healing service for the healing of the Family Tree, in which the effects from ancestral sins are blocked and the person receives complete healing. Scripture says that the effects from family sins can linger around for three to five generations (Exodus Chapter 34, Verse 7). So, in many cases, we need generational healing. Doctors and medicines do not help to heal certain sicknesses caused by our family tree. During the Healing Ministry, many people rest in the spirit before the Blessed Sacrament and some experience renewal of the soul and healing of the body.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Sulat ni Tatay at Nanay sa Atin

True story of a priest who saw heaven purgatory and hell

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