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Power Of The Rosary: How A Girl In Mortal Sin Was Able To Give Her Last Confession Two Days After Having Her Head Cut Off!

Power Of The Rosary: How A Girl In Mortal Sin Was Able To Give Her Last Confession Two Days After Having Her Head Cut Off!

The effication of the rosary for the holy souls in purgatory. 

A TRUE STORY From the “Glories of Mary” by St. Alphonsus Liguori masterpiece about the privileges and intercessory power of Mary.


Eusebius Nierembergh relates, that there lived in the city of Aragona, Sicily, a girl named Alexandra. Being both noble and very beautiful, Alexandra was greatly loved by two young men. Driven by jealousy, these young men fought one day and killed each other. Their enraged relatives, in return, killed the poor young girl as the cause of so much trouble. They cut off her head and threw her remains into a well. A few days later, Saint Dominic of Guzman was passing through that place and inspired by Our Lord, approached the well and said: “Alexandra, come forth.” Immediately the head of the deceased came forth, perched on the edge of the well, and asked the saint to hear her confession. Perhaps accustomed to bizarre phenomena, Saint Dominic heard its confession and also gave it communion, in the presence of a great concourse of curious persons who had assembled to witness the miracle.

Then the saint asked her to tell why she had received such a grace. Alexandra answered that when she was beheaded, she was in a state of mortal sin and would have been damned to hell. But on account of the rosary which she was in the habit of reciting, the Most Holy Mary appeared and preserved her soul from unending torments. So it happened that for two days the head of Alexandra retained life and when summoned was set upon the edge of the well, in the presence of all, and then the soul went to purgatory. 

Fifteen days later, Alexandra’s soul appeared to Saint Dominic, beautiful and radiant as a star. She then told him that one of the principal sources of relief to the souls in purgatory is the rosary which is recited for them; and that, as soon as they arrive in paradise, they pray for those who apply to them these powerful prayers.

Having said this, Saint Dominic saw that happy soul ascending in triumph to the kingdom of the blessed.✝️

How A Grandma Was Rescued By ‘A Man With Nail-Scared Hands’ From Attack By A Wild Pig 

How A Grandma Was Rescued By ‘A Man With Nail-Scared Hands’ From Attack By A Wild Pig 

Pastor Paul’s wife Mercy shares a pivotal, transformational experience in her grandmother’s life

My grandmother Eliyamma grew up in a heavily-forested area in a highrange region of India. Her family was religious but hadn’t been taught what it meant to have a living relationship with Jesus Christ. Child marriage was common in India at the time, so at the age of 13 she married a man named Mathai.

Eliyamma and Mathai lived with her family in their mud house in the forest. They had no electricity or running water, and there wasn’t a local market to buy food. Her father and Mathai worked hard to reclaim the forest for their small farm, where they cultivated coffee and spices such as pepper and cardamom.

Because the family had no pipes to get suitable drinking water to their house or even a well nearby, it was part of the women’s daily chores to fetch water from the river.

One day, when Eliyamma was 27, she walked down to the river to fill up her water pot. As she bent over the water’s edge, a wild pig charged out of the underbrush and brutally attacked her. She fought back, using the water pot as a defensive shield and weapon to swing at the pig’s head.

But as they fought, the wild pig became even more enraged and fierce. His sharp teeth ripped her legs and arms. Eliyamma knew her life was in jeopardy when blood began to flow profusely from her torn body. She cried out for help, but no one was nearby.

Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere. He drove the pig away and then knelt down beside her to tend to her wounds. When his hands touched the torn places on her body, she was immediately healed!

Still in shock, Eliyamma’s eyes grew wide with astonishment as she saw the palms of the man’s hands. They were nail-scarred; he carried the markings of crucifixion. Reverence and awe filled her heart. Only one response came to mind as she recognized who attended her. She prostrated herself on the ground and said, “My Lord and my God!”

It was but a moment that she was face down in the soil, which was damp with river water mingled with blood. When she slowly raised her head, her Rescuer had disappeared.

After this dramatic incident, Eliyamma had an insatiable hunger to know more about Jesus. She accepted Him as her personal Savior and, as a result of her testimony, her entire family believed and received Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.

In their lifetimes, Eliyamma and Mathai had a total of sixty-seven children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

Being one of them, I grew up knowing Jesus as my Lord and Savior. I married a man named Paul who, though Muslim by birth, accepted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior and Lord on his twenty-first birthday while studying at the university. Now we are winning souls for Christ.

My grandfather, Mathai, went home to be with the Lord when Eliyamma was 62. Thirty-nine years later, Jesus took Eliyamma home when she was 101. Up until that day, she eagerly awaited being with her Rescuer face-to-face, and she devoted her life to studying the Bible, praying for others, and glorifying her Lord as His living witness.

“The Lord is my light and my salvation— whom shall I fear?” (Ps. 27: 1)




3 Year Old Boy ‘Risen From The Dead’ On Easter Weekend As Doctors Prepared To Switch Off His Life Support 

3 Year Old Boy ‘Risen From The Dead’ On Easter Weekend As Doctors Prepared To Switch Off His Life Support 

A toddler battling lung cancer ‘rose from the dead‘ as doctors prepared to switch off his life support and made a full recovery, his family have revealed.

Three-year-old Dylan Askin’s parents said their final goodbyes to their son after being told he would never recover after his organs failed.

A month earlier he was diagnosed with Pulmonary Langerhans Cell Histiocytosis, a rare form of lung cancer which causes cysts to appear on the lungs.

Dylan taken on Christmas Day 2015 Nottingham Queens Medical Centre when first taken ill CREDIT: DAVE EVITTS / SWNS.COM

Just as doctors prepared to switch off the youngster’s life support machine, his parents saw him wriggling in bed which proved he had brain function.

He was kept on life support and after several more weeks in intensive care, Dylan was allowed home.

He is now fully recovered and is back home with his parents, Kerry, 29, and Mike, 36, and brothers Bryce, six, and Logan, four months, in Shelton Lock, South Derbys.

Kerry, who runs an art business, said:

“He was clearly suffering and his oxygen levels had plummeted when the consultant asked us to make the decision to switch off his life support machine on Good Friday.

“It seemed like a miracle he had survived that long, his CT scans from January when his lungs first collapsed showed he shouldn’t have lived through that.

“Mike and I were just thinking of his brothers, thinking whether we were being selfish hanging on to him when he must be suffering so much.

“He’s so close to his brothers it was such a hard decision, but the doctors said his organs were failing and there was nothing they could do.

“His temperature was fluctuating through the night and his heart rate was at 200, we were just waiting for him to enter cardiac arrest – as awful as that sounds.

“So we baptised him and said our final goodbyes and at 8am on the Saturday they turned his muscle sedatives off in preparation for the ventilator to be switched off.  

But when they did that suddenly he started struggling in his bed. We thought he was brain dead from oxygen starvation, so he shouldn’t have been moving.

“Then the consultant rushed in and said his blood tests showed his organs weren’t failing.

“We were trying not to be hopeful, but we just sat by him and hoped and over the weekend he got stronger and stronger.

“We had told Bryce that Dylan wasn’t coming back, so when we explained that he had got better Dylan said: ‘Oh, so he’s like Jesus then.’

“I said, ‘you’re not wrong’. He had just risen from the dead.”

Dylan’s lungs collapsed last Christmas Day and he was rushed to the Queen’s Medical Centre in Nottingham.

A CT scan revealed cysts on Dylan’s lungs had burst and were starving his organs of oxygen, but medics were baffled as to what had caused it.

He made a recovery and was discharged on January 7, but five days later his right lung collapsed.

His chest was drained and he was discharged on February 1, but a week later he collapsed at nursery again and had to be given life saving CPR.

Dylan’s lungs collapsed last Christmas Day CREDIT: DAVE EVITTS / SWNS.COM

Kerry said:

“It took me three attempts to call for an ambulance, as the first two times they didn’t even send anyone out.

“Luckily Caroline Blake, who works at the nursery, managed to keep him going with CPR until the ambulance finally arrived 45 minutes later.

“They found cysts on his lungs that had caused them to collapse and after ventilating him for 48 hours he was stabilised.

“By this time some results from earlier had come back which showed he had Pulmonary Langerhans Cell Histiocytosis.

“There’s a one-in-125million chance of a three-year-old having that in their lungs – there are only two other cases of it in the UK.

“No-one still quite knows why it manifests itself as cysts so doctors didn’t know how to treat it. His lungs were 80 per cent covered in these blisters.”

He was kept on the intensive care unit at Queen’s Medical Centre, but developed an infection on March 18 and his body temperature soared to 40C (104F).

As his oxygen saturation levels plummeted to 70 per cent – 22 per cent lower than normal – medics told Mike and Kerry to say their final good byes on April 3.

But when his muscle sedatives were stopped Dylan began kicking in his bed, which showed his brain was still functioning.

So doctors increased the sedation and Dylan’s oxygen saturation levels began to increase to a healthy level.

Kerry said: “It really is a miracle that he survived with no real lasting damage from that oxygen saturation.

“He was discharged on April 4 and his last chest drain was on April 20. He’s doing so well now, he’s running around like normal at home.

“It’s just a case of wait and see, really the body has to either adapt to these cysts or they will just go away for him to be ok – but the signs are good.”

Mike, and assistant restaurant manager, said: “It’s incredible, we monitor his oxygen levels all the time and he’s actually functioning better than normal.

“At night when he should be at around 90 and 95 per cent he’s on 98 per cent.

“We think maybe because he was functioning off 20 per cent lung capacity, now he’s got about 80 per cent his body doesn’t know what to do with it.

“We just felt so awful when we had to say our goodbyes. And even when he recovered it was mixed feelings – I felt guilty about agreeing to turn off the machine.

Dylan Askin

“When the doctor came rushing in with his blood test I just looked at Kerry straight away and this wave of hope came flowing back.

“We’re just wary of infections now with winter approaching, but it’s incredible the recovery he’s made.”

Watch Video – U.S. Navy Seal Medal Of Honor Recipient Credits St. Michael Prayer For Protection 

Watch Video – U.S. Navy Seal Medal Of Honor Recipient Credits St. Michael Prayer For Protection 

Senior Chief Petty Officer Edward C. Byers Jr. 

Navy SEAL Receives Medal of Honor: “May St. Michael Protect Our Warriors”


Senior Chief Petty Officer Edward C. Byers Jr. was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor on March 1, 2016.

Byers was a SEAL in the U.S. Navy, and after serving eleven deployments to include nine combat tours, was awarded the highest honor of the U.S. Military. He is the 3,497th service member to receive this decoration. What might come as a surprise, Byers is only the sixth SEAL to be awarded the Medal of Honor. He, being from an elite group of soldiers, joins an exclusive family of our country’s bravest.

Having just returned from my own deployment in Afghanistan four weeks ago, this is icing on the cake. It is truly amazing to walk in the mere vicinity of the boots of these remarkable men and women who have served with such skill and heroism.’

Day after day we would see the Armed Forces Network’s PSA commercials that described the courageous moments which people like Edward Byers endured in order to save the lives of others.

‘For me, as a fifth-generation veteran with brothers who served honorably in the Marines, Navy, and Army, when a service member is awarded a Medal of Honor it is like a win for the whole Armed Forces because of the credit it reflects upon our whole family’.

The official citation reads:

For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty as a Hostage Rescue Force Team Member in Afghanistan in support of Operation ENDURING FREEDOM on 8-9 December 2012. As the rescue force approached the target building, an enemy sentry detected them and darted inside to alert his fellow captors. The sentry quickly reemerged, and the lead assaulter attempted to neutralize him. Chief Byers, with his team, sprinted to the door of the target building. As the primary breacher, Chief Byers stood in the doorway fully exposed to the enemy fire while ripping down six layers of heavy blankets fastened to the inside ceiling and walls to clear a path for the rescue force. The first assaulter pushed his way through the blankets, and was mortally wounded by enemy small arms fire from within. 

Chief Byers, completely aware of the imminent threat, fearlessly rushed into the room and engaged an enemy guard aiming an AK-47 at him. He then tackled another adult male who had darted towards the corner of the room. During the ensuing hand-to-hand struggle, Chief Byers confirmed the man was not the hostage and engaged him.  As the other rescue team members called out to the hostage, Chief Byers heard a voice respond in English and raced toward it. He jumped atop the American hostage and shielded him from the high volume of fire within the small room. While covering the hostage with his body, Chief Byers immobilized another guard with his bare hands, and restrained the guard until a teammate could eliminate him.

His bold and decisive actions under fire saved the lives of the hostage and several of his teammates. By his undaunted courage, intrepid fighting spirit, and unwavering devotion to duty in the face of near-certain death, Chief Petty Officer Byers reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

After he was awarded the medal and the Commander in Chief had given his speech, the Senior Chief was provided an opportunity to give his remarks. After crossing himself in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Byers gave his speech. What he said was thoroughly Catholic! The address itself can be seen in the video above, starting at the 40:20 mark. Here is a full transcript of his remarks:

“Thank you. Good afternoon everyone. I’ve realized throughout my life that time is the most precious commodity you have, and I sincerely thank you all for your time today. I will speak just long enough to give credit and recognition to the heroes in my life and to those who deserve to know that they are the reason I am standing here today. Those heroes are my family, my faith, and the brotherhood.

Family is the reason I’m able to do this job, and it’s also the reason to live, and to return home safely. Madison, my incredible wife; Hannah, my beautiful daughter: this could not have been possible without your resiliency and love. Your strength in my absence is something I’ve always admired and respected. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I would never forget how I returned home from long times away. You’d be waiting to pick me up, sometimes in the middle of the night, waiting to give me a hug and a kiss. Especially you, Hannah. I would not be the man that I am if it were not for the two of you. You are my heroes. I love you.

Hand in hand with my family is my faith. While it had a more quiet aspect in my life, it has always played a significant role. I grew up Catholic and continue to grow in my faith, thanks especially to my brother Trevor. He taught me to turn my heart and soul towards Christ when I have strayed to lost my way. Prayer has always provided calm amidst chaos for me.

On my first deployment to Iraq some eleven years ago, I arrived in country and I saw another SEAL standing there with a St. Michael the Archangel patch on his shoulder. I’m not sure what drew me to it, but I walked up to him and asked him if I could have it. He was leaving the combat zone and made it through a safe deployment, so he was absolutely willing to give it to me. He handed it to me without hesitation. I’ve worn that patch on my kit on every single mission I’ve ever been a part of, and I prayed the St. Michael prayer while moving in the toughest missions I faced. And it does start by saying, “St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle and be our protection.

On that day in December 2012—the day you’ve heard recounted several times about my team, and the way we carried out the mission to rescue an American hostage—on that day just like every day, I prayed. I prayed on my way to the target, and again, I prayed over my friend Nicholas Checque, for his soul, as he gave his life to save another American. Nick Checque was a warrior, brother, and a friend. I know I’ve said this repeatedly since this has started, but this award in inseparable from his death. Nick embodied the brotherhood. Nick Checque embodied what it meant to be a Navy SEAL: he was hard as nails, resilient; a “never quit, never fail” mentality. Nick, along with the rest of our team, carried out some of the most difficult and dangerous missions our country could have asked us to do. Nicholas paid the ultimate sacrifice doing what he loved. On the battlefield, because this is what you brothers do, they will lay down their life for you, if they have to.

We are again reminded this morning of the continued sacrifices the men and women of our nation make. The hotel which many of us are staying overlooks Washington D.C., the Pentagon, and Arlington National Cemetery. As the sun came up over the city, an unfamiliar, almost alarming sound reverberated through the air and a layer of thick, light-gray smoke, covered our nation’s capitol like a security blanket. The cannons fired and shook, probably some of you, to the core because you were hearing the sound of sacrifice. I, along with many of my teammates, have been to many funerals at Arlington—probably more than we should at our age in our life. We have seen too many good men buried. So many may ask, “what is it that keeps you going? How are you standing here after such loss?” The answer is, undoubtedly, without question, the brotherhood.

I saved the brotherhood for last. I want to emphasize that I am no different from any one of my teammates. I am certain that any one of them would have taken the same exact actions I did that day. I’ve seen countless heroic acts in my time working with the nations most elite operators. I feel sense of responsibility with the recognition that has been bestowed upon me. My brothers who are still fighting, who are still in the shadows, deserve to share the spotlight. We are a community of quiet professionals and those men would not expect or seek recognition for their actions. I probably wear this trident to try to represent the brotherhood. And now I’ve been welcomed into another group of exceptional military heroes.

I look at the names in the Hall of Heroes, and to the brave men right in front of me here, and realize a tremendous amount of bravery that flows through our American veins. Freedom is in large part paid by blood, sweat, and tears. I’ve never imagined my life would lead me here. I’m truly humbled to represent the Navy and the Navy Special Warfare community. My only desire is that my representation is something my brothers who I served with would be proud of, because the deed is all, not the glory.

May God bless you, and may St. Michael the Archangel protect our warriors in battle. Long live the brotherhood. Thank you.”

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