01/28/2026
“Wherever there are demons, the angels come right away.”
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Dear Brave Souls, Las Almas Valientes:
This chapel is a place of peace and care. We already know the hideous and the unwarranted. Here is the place to be strengthened and to be together with one another. This is chapel of the Sacred Heart, chapel of the people, chapel of new plans that are holy, not politiics.
Id go on to say to you this night my dear ones, wherever you are-
this is one of my Prayer Butterflies mariposa de oración spanish
{I hope I got this next right... languages are such music}
gebeds vlinder Eutch
palveliblikas Estonian
paruparong panalangin Filipino
rukousperhonen Finnish
Papillon de prière French
and on. and on.
Because of the vile and purposeful making of maelstroms {old Dutch word for whirling stream, that is, a Whirlpool -
Like Charybdis, the underwater sea monstrosity of the Greeks, the underwater fury-hound who sucked up everything within its scheming reach...
attempting to kill the innocents who had to find passage near her.... but sucking in the innocents, and then three times daily spewing them out, dead.
This was the way of the vile Charybdis.
In the old Greek myth, Odysseus sailing through the wrathful straights saw Charybdis open its huge maw to smash his ship to kindling wood and yet, he survived.
How? Same as now. Clinging to the higher ground. The deeply rooted Tree of Life Life Life. As his vessel was flying into splinters around him, he leapt high and held to a rooted living tree, the tree of justice, the tree of going onward, of holding on, the tree that ultimately denied cruel Charybdis retribution toward any innocent soul.
Whence Charybdis then vomited up the shards of the ship, the mast remained, and Odysseus took hold of that --for Charybdis had not so cunningly spit the mast outside her own sucking reach.
And this beam of the tree of Life, forward he rode --and was brought back to pacific and far better waters.
I ask you if you wish to, stand with me here for the martyrs and their families, that is, the good mother Good and the good nurse Pretti... that they dear souls may Stand forever in the Perpetual Light
and know we will continue to leap upward and act and support with highest decencies and holy values... and that we keep on relentlessly... in the name of and to the honor of whomever we hope to bless.
We who gather in this chapel, stand with the innocents. We leap to the higher and the Just. We support those on frontlines. We especially give grace to our martyrs and their families, starting decades ago and into the present--
the sad heart-torn families and friends of blessed thousands in the world --who just in the last weeks came upon Charybdis --and were mowed down for loving decency and freedom, and wanting better.
Here today, For your prayer today, as part of Las Mariposas Novena, see if you would like to take as you wish, two triangles of paper and tape them in butterfly shape, cut two more smaller triangles and fit them as secondary wings over the first, for the prayers will fly in two worlds...
Then decorate as you choose. Here in the picture, these wings came with glitter and for every prayer I prayed, I added a little shiny stone, for every word I set free to fly like a eye-staggering lightning bolt out of the dark--
a small folded paper attached with just a few tiny words writ on it, asking that these supplications of Greater be made flesh.
the words inside the papers you see here, are:
Come!
singing of peace,
planning sanity.
bless with long pauses
to think ahead.
Show full consciousness.
Cherish anyone's familia.
Holy persons rise up,
elders stand saying:
Wisdom of Ages not rages.
Aymen aymen and more
That it be so for thee as you choose
That it be so for me
That it be so for us all
who are called to this work,
and especially for
those who have lost their ways-
May any and all be restored
to the Sacred Heart
fully and instantly,
feeling deep for the world,
no longer against the world...
even if one doesnt know
what suddenly hit them--
That would be the Being of Love
made manifest on and in them.
Come La Mariposa, Holy Mother!
and let your mantle of Love
fall on those who are hurting,
as well as those who still hurt others,
converting the latter
to your Immaculate Heart.
Whirlpool ahead, yah,
like its always been
on Planet Imperfect...
but/and fear not!
Leap upward into highest Living ideals
you were born to...
Stun Charybdis with your warrior heart,
with your blessed integrity.
There's the way through to better.
Continuan. I am right here beside you
leaping and dodging and taking the blows and
hanging on...one day, one hour at a time...
turning into my 81st year on earth... I witness:
these steps
are some of the few ways
anything good ever gets done.
Look for blessings dear brave souls. They are all around you, even if you think glum or flat.
We are all grieving something, we are all being given the strength to last.
The angels that tell us so live everywhere.
MY father Joszef used to say 'Wareeffir dere es demins, de angels comen ragt avay.' 'Wherever there are demons, the angels come right away.'
Thankfully, thankfully so. Let our eyes be sharp, our hearts soft enough to see and engage with them.
No lack of love from my heart to your beautiful heart...
Hang on. We are. Together.
Dr.E
