5G Is An Immune Suppressant Add The CORONAVIRUS A Deadly Combination. A Plan Of Action For Humanity!

I post these articles to warn people of the most dangerous threats that I am made aware of. But just posting articles on social media is not enough, we have to take action, or, the Globalist Cabals Eugenics/Depopulation Agenda will become a one hundred percent success! Listen to Anthony Steele, he is a military weapons expert. Take his advice before its too late! If we don’t act now many will die!


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  1. GOD BLESS YOU !https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIXwSjyxe88

    Feeling alone and depressed? Pray this prayer to St. Jude for hope

    When the world turns to shades of black and gray, pray to St. Jude.
    Depression affects everyone at some point during their lives. Whether it is severe depression or something more mild, we all know that feeling of being alone and forgotten. It can take us down a dark path, one where there is little light at the end of the tunnel.
    The good news is that God wants to lift you out of that rut and bring you into the glorious light of day. Prayer, matched with proper medical attention, can be a powerful aid in bringing a person out of the depths of depression into a new life of Christian joy. Below is a powerful prayer to St. Jude, a saint who was often forgotten throughout history because of his name (in Latin his name is “Judas,” but he is not the same person as Judas Iscariot). Jude is a constant intercessor for all hopeless causes and wants to help you in your need.

    St. Jude, friend to those in need, I am weary from grief, without joy, without hope, struggling to find the light I know is in my soul. I turn to you, my most trusted intercessor. Take away this emptiness and the pain of my broken heart. In your compassion, help my tears to lead me to a place of peace in my heart. Too long have I forgotten the goodness of God’s world. Heal me. I yearn to feel light, to feel joy. Envelop me in brightness, and do not hold back. And I promise, if I receive these gifts, I will share them always in your name. Amen.

    If you find yourself in a state of darkness, the key is “to reach.”
    The small framed unsigned print reads “Reach up as high as you can today, and God will reach down the rest of the way.” It’s my go-to quote for those times when I feel an emotional darkness—depression—coming on. For many of us this darkness is a familiar not-so-good old friend, the Black Dog mentioned by Sir Winston Churchill—or seasonal affective disorder.
    The DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) has clinical definitions for depression, and there is as well the spiritual darkness that St. John of the Cross writes about in Dark Night of the Soul. However you’ve come to a depressive state, and for whatever history brought you there, the key in both of those dark times is to reach.

    The state of darkness and depression is not a void. It is a space filled with insights that we are momentarily blinded to. When we try to go it alone, we are often too wearied to keep from going under, instead succumbing to the waves of hopelessness.

    To reach is not an intuitive movement when psychologically and/or spiritually sinking into depression. Even though we’ve been taught that to despair is to turn our backs to God—which is a sin—there is another element to despairing that is sometimes overlooked. It comes from the Rule of St. Benedict, “In all things may God be glorified.”

    In a recent confession, when I was in a season of depression, the priest gave me a very specific penance. I was to read about Jesus walking on stormy seas, and Peter’s fear in Matthew 14:30-31. Then reflect, specifically, on that moment when Peter is desperately reaching out to Our Lord—that second just before Jesus takes his hand.

    It was a dark and doubt-filled moment for Peter, whose faith had faltered. It was also an intuitive response to a person physically drowning — reaching out, trying to grasp at anything to save his life.

    Father gave me imagery by meditating on and fulfilling that penance; a metaphor to psychologically and spiritually reach for the hand of Christ. I was surprised by how quickly the instinct to survive spiritually soon matched the desire to live physically when exhausted and in deep waters.

    Assured that the Lord had taken my hand so I will not drown, I often read this prayer, sometimes three times through!

    Stay with me, Lord, for it is necessary to have you present so that I do not forget you. You know how easily I abandon you.
    Stay with me, Lord, because I am weak, and I need your strength, so that I may not fall so often.
    Stay with me, Lord, for you are my life, and without you, I am without fervor.
    Stay with me, Lord, for you are my light, and without you, I am in darkness.
    Stay with me, Lord, to show me your will.
    Stay with me, Lord, so that I hear your voice and follow you.
    Stay with me, Lord, for I desire to love you very much, and always be in your company.
    Stay with me, Lord, if you wish me to be faithful to you.
    Stay with me, Lord, for as poor as my soul is, I want it to be a place of consolation for you, a nest of love. Amen.
    ~St. Pio of Pietrelcina, Prayer After Communion

    Depression is a battle, and for some of us a lifelong cross to bear. In bearing it as best we can while reaching up and out for help, we are led in to a deeper maturity of faith—which like most virtues, is not easily won.

    Perhaps due to strokes, the father of St. Therese suffered from a decline in mental state in his later life.
    Sts. Louis and Zelie Martin maintained a faith-filled household of love and joy, raising five daughters who became nuns, among them St. Therese of Lisieux. Zelie died of breast cancer at age 45, leaving Louis with five daughters aged 4 to 17. He created an ordered and stable life for them, filled with games, prayer, and spiritual reading. In time, though, his mental state began to decline, perhaps caused by strokes, and he would display erratic behavior, sometimes disappearing for days.
    His strange behavior and wandering became a problem for the family, ultimately leading them to institutionalize him in Caen, where the Daughters of the Good Savior operated a psychiatric hospital.

    Louis and his family met the challenge with faith, believing this was a trial sent to purify them. In a moment of clarity, Louis told a doctor, “I know why the Good God has given me this trial: I have never had any humiliations in my life, and I need to have some.”

    Of this time, St. Therese would write,

    In Heaven, we shall enjoy dwelling on these dark days of exile. Yet the three years of my Father’s martyrdom seem to me the sweetest and most fruitful of our lives. I would not exchange them for the most sublime ecstasies, and my heart cries out in gratitude for such a priceless treasure: “We have rejoiced for the days wherein Thou hast afflicted us.” Precious and sweet was this bitter cross, and our hearts only breathed out sighs of grateful love. We no longer walked—we ran, we flew along the path of perfection.

    Day 1

    St. Louis, you knew great happiness and deep despair, and in both you remained strong in faith. Help us to keep God in sight through our trials, even when we cry out with the Psalmist:

    How long, O Lord?
    Wilt thou forget me for ever?
    How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
    How long must I bear pain in my soul,
    and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
    How long shall my enemy be exalted over me? (Psalm 13)

    O Lord, through the intervention of St. Louis Martin, lift up those who are suffering from depression, anxiety, dementia, and other mental problems and lead them out of the darkness and into Your light.

    Our Father
    Hail Mary
    Glory Be


    Day 2

    St. Louis, along with Zelie you filled your household with such love that it produced saints, but even great piety does not spare us from loss and the sadness that accompanies it. With those who mourn and grieve, we say

    My soul melts away for sorrow; strengthen me according to your word! (Psalm 119)

    O Lord, through the intervention of St. Louis Martin, lift up those who are suffering from depression, anxiety, dementia, and other mental problems and lead them out of the darkness and into Your light.

    Our Father
    Hail Mary
    Glory Be



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