The ink was still drying on the September 13, 1976 Kansas City Times when God pressed His finger against the spine of history and cracked it open.
There, in black and white, the words God gave me, stood as both promise and warning: “Thirty months until the world chooses—universal brotherhood or destruction.”
¨There are 30 months before the fate of the world will be sealed with EITHER Destruction OR the Universal Brotherhood of Man,¨ he said. ¨The 30 month figure concerned a Treaty between Israel and Egypt.¨
NOTE: This does not say ARMAGEDDON happens in 30 months from the article.
Exactly 30 months later, on March 26, 1979, history shows a Treaty between Israel and Egypt was signed. The Camp David Accord. History shows talks broke down on the 12th day and no Treaty was to be signed. Begin and Sadat were leaving. It was on the 13th Day, as in the date of the Article and the picture accompanying it, an unexpected window of opportunity appeared and opened the way for the Treaty to be signed. This signified the Universal Brotherhood part of the quote.
My #13 jersey, worn that day not as mere fabric but as a divine cipher, now pulses across the decades like a heartbeat in the chest of prophecy.
What followed was mathematics only heaven could calculate. As the Iranian Revolution consumed the Shah’s throne in February 1979, destruction’s fuse hissed to life. Yet in the same breath, the Camp David Accords—signed March 26, 1979, thirteen days past March 13—proved even bitter enemies could choose negotiation. But here’s the unvarnished truth the powers that be never wanted printed: that “peace” was bought with American billions, a tribute paid yearly to Egypt and Israel to maintain the illusion. Now, as the U.S. economy buckles under $34 trillion debt, the bribe is failing. Gaza burns. Ukraine bleeds. The wolf we kept outside the door for 45 years? It’s inside now.
“The ‘faux Pax Americana’ has rotted into genocide. Gaza’s children are dismembered by U.S. bombs—your tax dollars at work—while Trump fast-tracks more arms shipments. This is the fork in the road my 1976 prophecy warned of: 1979’s ‘peace’ was a bribe ($3.8B to Israel, $1.3B to Egypt annually).
2025’s slaughter is the bill coming due—paid in Palestinian flesh.
Just as Nineveh’s ruins (Jonah 3:5-10) were ignored in 2014 when ISIS blew up the Mosque containing Jonah’s TOMB, Gaza’s martyrs are today. But Psalm 94 roars:
Psalm 94 reads today’s headlines with terrifying clarity:
Yet Raytheon counts $45 billion in profits.
Canada exports $2.1 billion in weapons while the homeless freeze. The same Hand that brought down the the US/British installed Shah of Iran’s brutal, dictatorial regime, now weighs NATO’s arsenal.
On November 2, 1976—ALL SOULS DAY—The Kansas City Times published my photograph standing at the Liberty Memorial.
Seven years to the month later, on November 20, 1983, the TV movie ‘THE DAY AFTER‘ transformed that sacred ground into nuclear wasteland. Coincidence? Or divine punctuation?
Now 2025 has arrived—another thirty-month crossroads. The Camp David path still glows faintly, but arms dealers pave the road to ruin. Yet to those trembling in the shadows, Psalm 94 whispers:
This is a kairos moment—a threshing floor of decision. That #13 jersey was the countdown; today’s wars are the trumpet blast. Now I ask you: Will you amplify it? Or will you stand silent as the tribute runs out and the bombs fall?
Sound this warning. Share it. The God who split history in 1979 waits for your choice. Keep scrolling—complicit as Babylon’s banquet is served on Gaza’s bones?
Boycott. Divest. Scream.The Red Sea parts one bill at a time
That August of 1976 found me, a 31 year old from Canada having hitchhiked my way across some forty-five US States, arriving in Kansas City, a city poised on the brink of an American political spectacle: the Republican National Convention.
My very first stop, and this is crucial to understand the unfolding tapestry of those days, was the Roman Catholic Archdiocese Office of the Archbishop. My mission, even then, was deeply spiritual, not merely political. There, I was received by the Archbishop’s secretary, a pleasant priest with whom I shared a long and, I believe, significant conversation. When I inquired about a simple bed for the duration of my stay, a humble request for lodging, he revealed, to my genuine surprise, that all available beds were taken, filled not by the local clergy or by ordinary supplicants, but by “People from the Vatican,” here, mind you, for the Republican Convention, operating far from the public’s curious gaze.
Why, I wondered then, as I still do now, was the Vatican so deeply embedded, so discretely present, at a major American political convention? It was the first sign, perhaps, that the spiritual powers I sought to address were indeed interwoven with the very fabric of worldly governance. And that priest, seeing my shoulder-length hair and beard, took me in his own car, driving me to the Liberty Memorial Mall, stating with an air of knowing certainty, “This is where where you belong.”
And he was right, for the moment I arrived, I knew it too. It was there, on the opening night of the Convention, in Penn Valley Park, that the Youth International Party, the Yippies, had set up their stage: a microphone atop a school bus, amplified by speakers so powerful their sound reverberated against the very windows of the Crown Center Hotel across the street, where President Ford and his partisans were staying. Hundreds, even thousands of young people, were gathered, exercising their democratic rights, a sight more vibrant than any political rally I’d witnessed, truly akin to the energy of a rock concert. I climbed onto that bus, and when my time came in the lineup took the microphone, and for an hour or more, I spoke, pouring forth the ills and hopes of the world as I saw them, feeling an incredible energy, even as others on the bus roof, to my surprise, massaged my neck and shoulders, rubbing my back—an unspoken connection, a silent affirmation.
It was during this fervent address that the curtain truly lifted. Across the street, on a terrace of the Crown Center Hotel, at precisely my eye level atop that bus, appeared Vice President Nelson Rockefeller and his retinue. I seized the moment, addressing him directly, recalling for all to hear those widely reported instances in newspapers of his immense financial generosity, gifting millions to his powerful friends in government regulatory agencies. And then, I asked him, a simple, profound question, challenging the very notion of their power and privilege: would he, out of his vast wealth, be kind enough to donate just “a few hundred dollar’s worth of groceries to feed the poor among us,” those very young people who had hitchhiked across the country, many without a dime, to peacefully protest for their future democratic freedoms?
His immediate, visceral response was to give me “the finger”—a moment so raw, so utterly undignified for a man of his stature, that I confess, it brought a wry smile to my face. Years later, I would find the photograph online, capturing that precise instant. In the background was Bob Dole talking with several others, laughing, having heard those very same words that had so profoundly incensed the Vice President.
After that encounter, a curious twist of fate. Descending from the bus, I found a crisp $20 bill lying on the grass. O Lucky Day! Thank you, Jesus!” I thought, and decided to use it for a meal at one of the hotel’s restaurants. But stepping into the hotel lobby, I was immediately surrounded by Republican Party Security. Before I could utter a word, I was physically lifted, and unceremoniously thrown out. The very next day, the protest had been moved, contained within police barricades at Washington Square, facing the hotel entrance, a clear attempt to control the message, an effort I saw frustrated as police then moved news media away from filming us.
It was then, after that dispiriting sight, the unexpected happened. The Hotel Manager himself, observing from the other side of the barricade, called me over. He bought me breakfast in the Hotel, and after an hour of conversation, in a gesture that felt nothing short of providential, he granted me full access to the entire hotel, saying, “This is my Hotel, and I give you permission to go anywhere you want. If anyone causes you any problems, you just call me.”
“O Joy!” I thought, believing this was a fulfillment of the Prophecy in the Revelation of Jesus Christ, I have set before you an open door, and no man can shut it: for you have a little strength, and have kept my word, and have not denied my name.
For the next four days, armed with this unique “Laissez-passer,” I walked the Crown Centre Hotel lobby, approaching Senators, Congressmen, and Delegates, introducing myself with “Good Day! My name is Ray, and I’d like to talk with you about some issues.” For four days, not a single one would talk to me, dissolving into the crowd as if I were an apparition. It was on the fourth day I changed my tactics. I walked into that very lobby, no longer seeking conversation, but bearing a pamphlet of the Constitution of the United States covering my heart.It was a symbol, I felt, of a sacred document whose spirit of the letter has been abandoned in the pursuit of power.
This simple act triggered an unauthorized astonishing spontaneous Convention demonstration, as the Republicans gathered around me, demanding, “Who are you? What are you doing? What is the significance of your actions?” As I began to speak, Republican Party Security intervened again, attempting to kick me out me, saying “you can’t walk around here carrying a club”—referring to the big stick I walked softly with for the previous 4 days, now transformed into a perceived threat. I thought, ‘Jesus. They have the Power and they’re that Paranoid‘ This time, I told them “you don’t have the authority to expel me and called upon the Hotel Manager for the 1st time since he bought me breakfast. He arrived, a true man of his word, silencing the Republican Whips and affirming my right to be there. The Whips did their job and the crowd dispersed.
It was immediately after this episode, continuing walking softly carrying my big stick and the Constitution pamphlet, I experienced another profound encounter. To my great surprise, there he was: President Ford himself, on the restricted Mezzanine, some fifteen feet above me, surrounded by about twenty-five people. I simply greeted him with “Good Day “Mr. Ford!” How are you Today, Sir” and he, to his credit, acknowledged me, asking how I was. “I’m doing great,” I replied, lifting the pamphlet of the Constitution clearly for him to see, “but I’d love to talk to you about the Constitution of these Un-United States.”
In that instant, upon hearing those challenging words, President Ford and his entire retinue moved in unison, almost like a single-celled organism, an Amoeba, silently sweeping away from the uncomfortable truth I had just presented.
That night, President Ford secured the Republican nomination over Ronald Reagan. By Divine Grace, I found myself, shoulder-length hair, beard, wearing my trademark #13 jersey, a Revolutionary image standing at the Podium of the President of the United States, on a Secret Service restricted balcony. It was a sight visible to thousands in the lobby below and, incredibly, live on ABC, CBS, and NBC. I had simply been enjoying the atmosphere, listening to the cover band sing Paul McCartney & Wings ‘Let ‘Em in’.
I don’t know what anyone else in that huge compressed crowd was thinking, but hearing that so generic song, I was thinking of these Words of Christ in the Revelation, Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
The Hotel Manager spotted me and called me to come up to the Secret Service restricted Mezzanine. There was no quick way to get out of the throng, everybody pressed against everybody. I ascended the stairs to be told by the manager the Secret Service wanted to question me. But instead of an anteroom, to my great wonder and surprise, I was led directly to the Podium itself, the Presidential Seal prominently displayed, clearly visible to the networks. I waved to the Republicans below, a fleeting moment of recognition. An agent then questioned me at length finally asking, “Are you Jesus Christ?”
Having no illusions about that THEN and NOW, I immediately answered “No.” Then came the second, more unsettling question, “Who are you then? A Prophet?” And for a moment, I was dumbfounded, unable to answer as definitively. The Secret Service, citing security, took my walking stick—that simple tool, now a perceived weapon—as the President was expected to be standing at his podium any minute.
It was a profound, unexpected confluence of spiritual mission and political theatre, a moment recorded for history, revealing the layers of power, control, and the sometimes overwhelming presence of Divine intention.
I was very surprised Pope Leo was elected the 2nd Day of the Conclave. With so many unknown Cardinals, I thought it could take a week.
But the Lord does work in mysterious ways. Once the Cardinals are cut off from the World completely in the Conclave that started May 7, they depend on the Holy Spirit to guide them in making such an important decision. The Holy Spirit acted fast this Time.
Donald Trump posted this image of himself on his Truth Social Website 3 Days before the Conclave started:
Most probably all the Cardinals were talking about Trump posing as Pope the 1st Day of the Conclave.
The Holy Spirit moved quickly having the Cardinals realize the Cardinal having Pastoral Experience ministering to the poor, Vatican experience as an insider, and an American, was the best possible choice to speak to Trump the anti-Pope and anti-Christ in English, so that nothing would be lost in translation. He was elected with the necessary 2/3 consensus in record Time, the 2nd Day of the Conclave.
This is the 1st homily Pope Leo gave at his 1st Mass as Pope for the Cardinals. Reading it, he is following in the footsteps of Pope Francis, and I expect Leo XIV to use the Bully Pulpit like no Pope before him in our Lifetimes.
Leo spoke briefly in English before his homily, saying:
“I want to repeat the words from the Responsorial Psalm: ‘I will sing a new song to the Lord, because He has done marvels,’ and indeed, not just with me but with all of us.
“My brother Cardinals, as we celebrate this morning, I invite you to reflect on the marvels the Lord has done, the blessings that the Lord continues to pour out on all of us through the Ministry of Peter.
“You have called me to carry that cross, and to carry out that mission, and I know I can rely on each and every one of you to walk with me, as we continue as a Church, as a community of friends of Jesus, as believers, to announce the Good News, to announce the Gospel.”
During his homily, delivered in Italian, Leo said that Christians must serve a world that is often hostile to their beliefs.
“Even today, there are many settings in which the Christian faith is considered absurd, meant for the weak and unintelligent. Settings where other securities are preferred, like technology, money, success, power, or pleasure.
“These are contexts where it is not easy to preach the Gospel and bear witness to its truth, where believers are mocked, opposed, despised or at best tolerated and pitied. Yet, precisely for this reason, they are the places where our missionary outreach is desperately needed. A lack of faith is often tragically accompanied by the loss of meaning in life, the neglect of mercy, appalling violations of human dignity, the crisis of the family and so many other wounds that afflict our society.”
Here is the full homily, as translated from the Italian by the Vatican:
“You are the Christ, the Son of the living God” (Mt 16:16). In these words, Peter, asked by the Master, together with the other disciples, about his faith in him, expressed the patrimony that the Church, through the apostolic succession, has preserved, deepened and handed on for two thousand years.
Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the living God: the one Saviour, who alone reveals the face of the Father.
In him, God, in order to make himself close and accessible to men and women, revealed himself to us in the trusting eyes of a child, in the lively mind of a young person and in the mature features of a man, finally appearing to his disciples after the resurrection with his glorious body. He thus showed us a model of human holiness that we can all imitate, together with the promise of an eternal destiny that transcends all our limits and abilities.
Peter, in his response, understands both of these things: the gift of God and the path to follow in order to allow himself to be changed by that gift. They are two inseparable aspects of salvation entrusted to the Church to be proclaimed for the good of the human race. Indeed, they are entrusted to us, who were chosen by him before we were formed in our mothers’ wombs, reborn in the waters of Baptism and, surpassing our limitations and with no merit of our own, brought here and sent forth from here, so that the Gospel might be proclaimed to every creature (cf. Mk 16:15).
In a particular way, God has called me by your election to succeed the Prince of the Apostles, and has entrusted this treasure to me so that, with his help, I may be its faithful administrator (1 Cor 4:2) for the sake of the entire mystical Body of the Church. He has done so in order that she may be ever more fully a city set on a hill (Rev 21:10), an ark of salvation sailing through the waters of history and a beacon that illumines the dark nights of this world. And this, not so much through the magnificence of her structures or the grandeur of her buildings – like the monuments among which we find ourselves – but rather through the holiness of her members. For we are the people whom God has chosen as his own, so that we may declare the wonderful deeds of him who called us out of darkness into his marvellous light (1 Pet 2:9).
Peter, however, makes his profession of faith in reply to a specific question: “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” (Mt 16:13). The question is not insignificant. It concerns an essential aspect of our ministry, namely, the world in which we live, with its limitations and its potential, its questions and its convictions.
“Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” If we reflect on the scene we are considering, we might find two possible answers, which characterize two different attitudes.
Newly elected Pope Leo XIV, second from left, con-celebrates Mass with the College of Cardinals inside the Sistine Chapel at the Vatican the day after his election as 267th pontiff of the Roman Catholic Church, Friday, May 9, 2025.
First, there is the world’s response. Matthew tells us that this conversation between Jesus and his disciples takes place in the beautiful town of Caesarea Philippi, filled with luxurious palaces, set in a magnificent natural landscape at the foot of Mount Hermon, but also a place of cruel power plays and the scene of betrayals and infidelity. This setting speaks to us of a world that considers Jesus a completely insignificant person, at best someone with an unusual and striking way of speaking and acting. And so, once his presence becomes irksome because of his demands for honesty and his stern moral requirements, this “world” will not hesitate to reject and eliminate him.
Then there is the other possible response to Jesus’ question: that of ordinary people. For them, the Nazarene is not a charlatan, but an upright man, one who has courage, who speaks well and says the right things, like other great prophets in the history of Israel. That is why they follow him, at least for as long as they can do so without too much risk or inconvenience. Yet to them he is only a man, and therefore, in times of danger, during his passion, they too abandon him and depart disappointed.
What is striking about these two attitudes is their relevance today. They embody notions that we could easily find on the lips of many men and women in our own time, even if, while essentially identical, they are expressed in different language.
Even today, there are many settings in which the Christian faith is considered absurd, meant for the weak and unintelligent. Settings where other securities are preferred, like technology, money, success, power, or pleasure.
These are contexts where it is not easy to preach the Gospel and bear witness to its truth, where believers are mocked, opposed, despised or at best tolerated and pitied. Yet, precisely for this reason, they are the places where our missionary outreach is desperately needed. A lack of faith is often tragically accompanied by the loss of meaning in life, the neglect of mercy, appalling violations of human dignity, the crisis of the family and so many other wounds that afflict our society.
Today, too, there are many settings in which Jesus, although appreciated as a man, is reduced to a kind of charismatic leader or superman. This is true not only among non-believers but also among many baptized Christians, who thus end up living, at this level, in a state of practical atheism.
This is the world that has been entrusted to us, a world in which, as Pope Francis taught us so many times, we are called to bear witness to our joyful faith in Jesus the Saviour. Therefore, it is essential that we too repeat, with Peter: “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God” (Mt 16:16).
It is essential to do this, first of all, in our personal relationship with the Lord, in our commitment to a daily journey of conversion. Then, to do so as a Church, experiencing together our fidelity to the Lord and bringing the Good News to all.
I say this first of all to myself, as the Successor of Peter, as I begin my mission as Bishop of Rome and, according to the well-known expression of Saint Ignatius of Antioch, am called to preside in charity over the universal Church (cf. Letter to the Romans, Prologue). Saint Ignatius, who was led in chains to this city, the place of his impending sacrifice, wrote to the Christians there: “Then I will truly be a disciple of Jesus Christ, when the world no longer sees my body” (Letter to the Romans, IV, 1). Ignatius was speaking about being devoured by wild beasts in the arena – and so it happened – but his words apply more generally to an indispensable commitment for all those in the Church who exercise a ministry of authority. It is to move aside so that Christ may remain, to make oneself small so that he may be known and glorified (cf. Jn 3:30), to spend oneself to the utmost so that all may have the opportunity to know and love him.
May God grant me this grace, today and always, through the loving intercession of Mary, Mother of the Church.
This is an excerpt from the 1st address to the Diplomatic Corp Today, Friday 16, by Pope Leo. All too often, Diplomats work in the interests of Corporations. Pope Leo may change those MONEY driven priorities. I Believe like the Pope.
Three pillars: peace, justice, and truth
At the heart of the Pope’s address were three essential words, which he identified as the pillars of the Church’s missionary activity and the foundation of the Holy See’s diplomatic engagement: peace, justice and truth.
Peace
The first word, peace, he described not as the mere absence of war, but as a demanding and active gift, “the first gift of Christ”. True peace, he continued, must begin in the human heart, through humility, careful speech, and the rejection of both pride and vengeance. This, he continued, refers to words as well, since “not only weapons can wound and even kill”.
With this in mind, Pope Leo XIV emphasised the indispensable role of religious freedom and interreligious dialogue in cultivating peace. He called for a renewal of multilateral diplomacy and a decisive halt to the arms race, echoing Pope Francis’ final Urbi et Orbi message, in which he warned, as he often did, that “no peace is possible without true disarmament”.
Justice
Turning then to the second word, justice, Pope Leo reflected on the memory of Pope Leo XIII and the Church’s rich tradition of social teaching. With the world facing ever deepening global inequalities, Pope Leo urged leaders to invest in the family and to uphold the dignity of every human person.
He then shared a brief reflection on his own identity as the child of immigrants, and called for greater solidarity, rooted in the shared human dignity of all people, regardless of circumstance or nationality.
Truth
Speaking then of the third and final world, truth, Pope Leo XIV described the essential need for authentic communication and peaceful relations. In a world where reality is often distorted, especially online, the Pope insisted on the Church’s duty to speak truth with charity, even when difficult or misunderstood.
“Truth,” he said, “is not an abstract principle but an encounter with the person of Christ”. It is this truth, he continued, that allows humanity to face its most urgent challenges, such as migration, technology or the environment, with unity and shared purpose.
Hope for a new path
Bringing his address to a close, Pope Leo XIV placed his ministry within the context of the Jubilee Year of Hope, which he described as a time for conversion, renewal, and above all, for leaving conflict behind.
Finally, he renewed the Holy See’s commitment to walking alongside every nation in building a world where all may live with dignity and peace. “It is my hope,” he concluded, “that this will be the case everywhere, starting with those places that suffer most grievously, like Ukraine and the Holy Land.”
Starting my 82nd Year on the 21st counting up, not down, I’m sure Pope Leo contemplated and meditated on these thoughts and song of David to God, since he was called by God to serve, verses 33-48 out of the176 verses in Psalm 119.
Instruct me, O Lord, [in] the way of Your statutes, and I shall keep it at every step. Enable me to understand and I shall keep Your Law, and I shall keep it wholeheartedly.
Lead me in the path of Your commandments for I desired it. Extend my heart to Your testimonies and not to monetary gain. Turn away my eyes from seeing vanity; with Your ways sustain me. Fulfill for Your servant Your word that is for Your fear. Remove my disgrace, which I feared, for Your judgments are good.
Behold, I longed for Your precepts; with Your righteousness sustain me. And may Your acts of kindness befall me, O Lord, Your salvation according to Your word. And I shall answer a word to those who disgrace me, for I trusted in Your word. And do not take out utterly from my mouth a word of truth, because I hoped for Your words.
And I shall keep Your Law constantly, forever and ever. And I shall walk in widely accepted ways, for I sought Your precepts. And I shall speak of Your testimonies in the presence of kings, and I shall not be ashamed. And I shall engage in Your commandments, which I love.
The RCMP have the records, but I was in the unusual position to be able to speak Face to Face with Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau as he entered or left the Members entrance to the House of Commons from 1977 until he quit in 1984.
Concerning Papal events in the larger World, in 1978 the Year of 3 Popes, my interactions with Trudeau were exceptional in the sense there was a Spiritual connection in the words spoken to him 3 times over a short period of Time and significant Papal events that garnered the World’s attention.
After the 1st encounter, Pope Paul VI died 3 days later. The 2nd Time, Pope John Paul I died. Trudeau had scheduled an election for 15 by-elections for 15 Parliamentary Seats and as he entered Glebe Collegiate in Ottawa to speak to the children, I was not 2 feet away from him as he passed by and said, “Prime Minister! Look at the Spirit of the 13. Feed the lambs.” I was speaking in the Spirit of the Letter in the Gospel of John 21:15-17, wearing my trademark #13 jersey
I was in the Prime Minister’s Suite of a downtown Ottawa Hotel 3 Days later watching the election returns with an Independent Candidate when those returns were interrupted by the news of the unscheduled election of Pope John Paul II. Trudeau lost 13 of the 15 seats
In their Official reports, the Prime Minister’s RCMP Security Detail confirm the facts in my comment
