Purgatorial Soul

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From Purgatory museum, burned hand of purgatorial soul via atlasobscura.com


“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” 2 Cortinthians 4:17

This morning at Mass I had what I can only say was an experience of a Priest who I used to know who passed away several years ago. It is not the same Priest that I dreamt about in years past. This Priest, like the one in the dream, did not preach truth. He did not believe in hell. He advocated for gay marriage and contraception. There were many other things he did that I will not go into here. I will also not state his name publicly because though I feel what happened to me at Mass came from heaven, it is not for me to be telling people where souls have ended up. I am not God. I would ask though that you pray to God for this Priest. God knows his name and his grace covers the details.

So while I was at Mass this morning, during the consecration and Eucharistic prayers while praying with my eyes closed, I was very overwhelmed with the presence of this Priest, who I really had not thought about in a long time until yesterday. I could see him weeping. I knew he was in purgatory and at a very low level in purgatory. In fact, it felt like hell but I knew it was not. He was being made to witness the Passion of Christ. The scourging, the crowning with thorns, the crucifixion. Over and over, like a continuous loop from Holy Thursday to Good Friday. He wept and he wept. Wailing actually.

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