Texts from Mary 2016 

I can tell a year after the death of my mom, Mary has been and is there with me. She loves you more than you know, and no matter what we have done, she listens and does work for our us. 

The white clay walls fall around me. The end is near, but hope, love, and Mary calls us to life eternal. I did not want to write this book. I protested and want to go back to detective novels. Yet here I am with a mild lonely hangover. Yet Mary does not want the best or the righteous. She wants all of her son’s children, weak, drunk, sexy, or hungry. So many of us look up to Hollywood idols and athletes. To Mary she cannot communicate with those pros. 

Enough of my self-loathing.

The purpose of this book is to show Mary is working to help us avoid oblivion. To be sure, the upcoming RFID Global Chip is here. Soon, all of us will make a choice. Sure I want a Pulitzer Prize for Literature. Though it looks like I will have to try again in purgatory. 

We have to unplug ourselves from the internet and, for me, from soccer. Silence in a bathroom is my confessional. For you it may be with headphones on a subway without the music. Others it may mean a walk in the woods. This is not a piece to condemn but to comfort. Not an effort to finger point but to share five fingers with yours. 

The following are articles based on Marian apparitions for the year 2016. Instead of cutting and pasting articles, I’ve cut them into strips of mental vitamins.