**I think one has to be very careful not to give such things much attention or they may be thoughts that lead one away from truth. Please be very wary and go by what you know is gospel truth. I can’t make any comment on what’s happening with you but do remember a couple of occasions when something appeared said. Feel free to doubt as much as you wish. I’ve known people to make choices from words that clearly did not come from God.
Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit, please ensure that this dear friend of Yours is never led astray, and if the words do not come from You bind and remove the intrusive Spirit. If it is just a mind-chatter, let it be seen as such…in all of us let this be true, that we are protected by Your grace from deception.**
One, I was simply before, and close to the Tabernacle and just generally praying. A voice said in my head, quite unrelated to my prayers or thoughts. and I was calm and peaceful with no concerns, “When you are unable to say those prayers, your Angel says them for you.” There are prayers for priests and souls I promised God each day from a few years previously.
There were two other instances, many years ago.The first time I was around ten years old, in Grade 4. I always had a questioning mind, even then. I’d wander around the schooyard sometimes
I’ll just copy from my journal
Difficulties in faith
During childhood, my underlying preoccupation was with God. Yet I sometimes wondered if God really exists, and questioned whether it was truly possible for God to love such massive numbers of imperfect human beings. When finally I posed a question about faith to my father, he simply replied, “You just have to have faith.” That was unsatisfactory to my logic.
I recall an episode during a time of particular interior questioning when I was ten years old. As I roamed Saint Michael’s schoolyard, pondering those troubling questions yet again, I was thinking— “We are like millions of generations of ants…generation upon generation”.
Expecting no response, I cried out in my heart, “How can You possibly love us?” Immediately I was engulfed in tremendous, comforting peace that said—“Because I am your Father.” I did not know the term, ‘begging the question’ but if anyone had given that answer, I would have been dissatisfied. I already knew that intellectual answer but, because it was spoken into my mind by that peace, I accepted it with contentment. This reply later proved inadequate to the scrutiny of my adult logic.
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"I sometimes recalled that final day at ‘Kildare’ after matriculation, when I stood immobile at the top of the stairs, reluctant to leave, aware of deep unanswered religious questions, and fearing that I would be unable to maintain faith in the years ahead. “What if I abandon You?” I cried out in my mind to God. For the second time in my life, there came a powerful peace, which said, “You may abandon me. But I will never abandon you.” I would think, “But He did abandon me.” Oddly, although I recalled the words, I did not grasp what had actually been said, perhaps because of the reassurance of the accompanying peace.
Thank You God of goodness and love for the longing in my heart for You in my decade of unbelief. You never did abandon me, or how could I have prayed as I did? When I was unable to believe, and in integrity would not program myself to believe just because I wished to, You still caused me to long for You. Heaven seemed silent during those troubled years. I reached out into the darkness, seemingly in vain. For ten years, God remained a painful loss.
My difficulties and desolation made me compassionate towards other people, and I longed to be able to help them. As I walked past others’ houses or gazed upon people in the street, I was aware of the sorrow that may be hidden within. Seeking that ‘Power-of Goodness-and Love’ that I longed for, I prayed to be present for people in this world throughout time, to go unseen to their hearts and minds, conveying consolation, guiding them to the wise decision and path.
If there were a God and a heaven, I would ask God if I could be present in spirit, even if it meant I did not enter heaven until the end of time. I formed the habit of an act of faith, although I did not believe in God. Each night before going to bed, I knelt in the dark lounge-room to pray, “Power of Goodness and Love, if You are there, may Your love be my love, your thoughts be my thoughts, and Your ways be my ways.” I confided my inner life or spiritual events, to no one."