I am a native Toledoan. I worked for Foodtown for many years.
I am as normal as anyone. I play hard and I pray hard.
My first vision happened in 1992 after back surgery. I went to St. Luke's for rehabilitation therapy after my operation. Early one morning, I was saying my rosary. I was on the second decade when I heard someone call, "Marvel, Marvel," my given name, which I never use, except on legal papers.
I looked around and saw standing by the window a young girl, about 14 or 15 years old, dressed like a little peasant girl (no veil). She looked almost like a little waif. The girl spoke and said, "I am the Virgin Mary." I was completely shocked and thought I was hallucinating due to medications that I had been given. I finished the rosary and the young girl said, "I will see you in the morning at 7:15."
I asked the nurse what medication I was on, and she said nothing that should bother you. I decided not to take any more medication that day and evening, except the one(s) for my diabetes, which I had taken over the last 26 years. I was up to 86 units a day.
The next morning, I said my rosary and I was watching the clock over my door. At 7:15, I heard, "Marvel, Marvel, I am the Virgin Mary." There she stood by the window, she had a young child with her and walked toward me. I automatically reached my arms out to take the child. "Is this proof enough of who I am, I am the Virgin Mary." I said Blessed Mother, why does he have his eyes closed. She said, "He is in repose. Give him back to me."
I said Blessed Mother, can I hold him a little longer. I looked down, not realizing who I was holding, the child looked exactly like her, black hair and all. I had fallen to my knees when I took the baby. She said, "Give him back to me." As I did, I had to reach up. I could feel the transfer of weight on my back, which had been operated on.
As I gave the baby back, I saw a young man by the window (with no beard). I could only see him from the waist up. He approached the Blessed Mother with a look of love, that is hard to describe, much like giving someone a gift, and you can't wait for them to open it. He said, "My Father sent me, now I send my Mother. Do as she says. Do as she says" When they left, she said, "I will see you in the morning."
I was totally confused. She had not asked me to do anything. I was really frightened. I knew now that they were real.
I felt that I had to tell someone. I called
my 22-year-old granddaughter. She came and when I told her, she
just put her arms around me and said I love you, Nanna. I now
became even more concerned and afraid. She didn't say she believed
me and I was concerned that they would not let me go home. I was
supposed to be able to go home that weekend to my granddaughter's
wedding. I was afraid if I persisted with this story, they would
not let me go. I didn't say any more.
That afternoon, I was saying the rosary, and something started
to happen to me. I lost control of my side, and slid out of bed,
and started to lose my vision. I pushed the button and the nurse
came and and said "What are you doing down there?" She
helped me up and put me back in bed and left. She came back, came
over to me and said "Where did you get that? What do you
have in your hand?" I didn't realize I had anything in my
hand. It was a solid piece of blood. The nurse went to take it
and I said No, I want that. I asked her to get a vial which she
did. I picked it up and put it in the vial, and she put it on
the shelf. She never asked any questions, she just did it. She
did keep asking. "Where did it come from?" Not knowing
what to say, I said it fell out of my nose. Later, the Blessed
Mother would tell me what this solid piece of blood was.
That evening, Doctor Ashton came and examined me. My sight was starting to return. I asked him what caused it and could it happen again. He said possibly and started me on medication. Now, I thought there was no way that I can go to the wedding. I can't even get up. The next morning, the Blessed Mother came as she promised. She said, "I am the Virgin Mary. Get up, you are fine. Get up." I thought that's all I need is to get up and break a hip. I would never get to go to the wedding. She said "Stand. You are fine. Walk. You are fine." I took off on a run. I just took off on a run.
They came to get me for therapy. Doctor Ashton was amazed when he found out I could walk, even without the aid of a walker. He could not understand what was going on.
I was to go home the next day. I called my two children to pick me up. They knew nothing of what had happened, and I decided not to say anything. I thought I would wait until after the wedding. Then, I would tell them. They picked me up and we stopped at the doctor's office who had operated on me. He checked me out and said all was fine. I was feeling great. The next day, Saturday, I was able to attend the wedding. The kids suggested that I not go to the reception, because I had been in the hospital for thirty days. I figured okay, I had done what I set out to do, go to the wedding.
They dropped me off and I started thinking,
how and when I'm going to tell them. Would they believe me, or
would they be like Tracy? It was so close to me andso beautiful.
The next day, Sunday, I got up to watch Mass on the television,
and then I said my rosary. I was on Hail, Hold Queen when I heard
my name. "I am the Virgin Mary. I have come to prepare
you for what I am going to ask of you."
I said Blessed Mother, what do you want of me, I have to talk
to someone before I talk to you anymore. She said, "Not
yet, Not yet. I have to prepare you first for what I am going
to ask of you."
She was beautiful. She looked very petite, older than the little girl in the hospital, more mature, approximately 30. She was alone. She had jet black hair and her eyes were like black diamonds.
Then, She spoke to me about the Little Lambs, Her Little Lambs, the Lambs of Her Son, Jesus Christ, that are being slaughtered innocently like her Son. As She spoke, tears poured from Her eyes and just flowed onto Her dress. She never tried to wipe them. She was so sad. She said, "How many more of my Little Ones must be slaughtered before you stand up and see what is happening around you?"
She did not tell me why She came until the 29th and 30th days of October. Each day She would bring me a message, repeating the message of the day before and She would add something to it.
She said, "All heaven rejoices at a new creation, only to be destroyed on earth by man playing God, who is to live, who is to die." She said, "I weep because I carry them back to My Son broken, maimed and destroyed. He loses nothing. I bring them to Him to be made whole."
She came to me the 12th or 13th time and said, "Arthur is with us. You must not pray for him, but pray to him." (My husband, Arthur, had died ten years ago.) I said Blessed Mother, "What is Heaven like, tell me what is it like." She said, "Come. I will show you a little corner." Then, held out her hand and we walked to my dining area. There was a cone-shaped bright light. When you looked up, there was no ceiling, no top. The base of the light, maybe forty or fifty feet. There was a bright light radiating on a pure white light. There was dark blue, purple, violet, no pastel colors, all dark, radiating up on the white light. She was standing by me. Around the white light, there was a light that was so white, it was almost blue. I could see the cone-shape. I looked down and we were in the middle. I was looking down. I could see objects. I could see miles and miles. It looked like waves trying to get to shore. This is hard to describe. If I focused I could see one wave, otherwise, I could see millions. All in constant motion. They did not look toward me or the Blessed Mother. Later, she would tell me what the light was.
I said, "Is Arthur here?", sort of disappointed. She said, "Yes". I said Blessed Mother, if he is here, why doesn't he come to us? She spoke so softly and so beautifully. She said, "He doesn't see us, he doesn't recognize us, he doesn't know we are here."
This doesn't make sense to me. If he doesn't see us, hear us or recognize us, why should I pray to him. I asked her. She said, "Oh, he does hear you, he hears all of your needs. He hears everything spiritually." Some of the things she told me I still don't understand at all. The next minute we were back in my living room.
I know this is hard. If you doubt, don't feel bad. I doubted too when I saw her the first time.
The next day she came the same, still speaking about her Lambs, referring to them as "like my Son, the Lamb of God, who shed his blood for us. They are shedding their blood for life in the future. All life from conception to natural death is a precious gift from my Son." She repeated, "All heaven rejoices at a new creation, only to be destroyed by man playing God."
The 29th and 30th of October she said, "Now I will tell you why I came. You must spread my message. You must see my plan completed."
"I want a replica of the way you have seen me with a canopy over it, with steps leading up to it in an open field. A place of reconciliation where people can come from all over the world and ask for forgiveness from my Son. Especially the young mothers can come and ask forgiveness and to forgive themselves for the sin of murder. They will witness to others and will spread my message. They will ask themselves, what is it like? They will spread my message. If it is so right and so legal, why am I here asking forgiveness from my Lord and from the little Lamb I have murdered. They will witness to others without violence. They will spread my message."
"I will tell you why I came. You must unite, all denominations, united for something you believe together, that abortion is murder. You must unite, because through unity, through the blood of the Lambs will be the beginning of unity. You must unite."
I said, Blessed Mother, the Protestants do not honor you like we do. We pray the rosary. We honor you different. She looked at me, "I am not just the Mother of Catholics, I am the Mother of everyone. You must unite."
She had a rosary rope tied in knots for beads. It was overpowering her in size. She held it up and said, "Every Christian believes what is in the rosary. Pray the rosary united. All denominations. He is asking you to unite for something you believe together, that abortion is murder."
I said, Blessed Mother, the Jewish people don't even believe you Son is God. They are never going to believe the message you brought. She looked at me very stern and said, "You must not question my people. You must not question my people anymore. Do you believe in the Trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, all three, one?" I answered her, yes, that is my life. She said, "If you really believed, you would not be questioning my people. You would know that you cannot adore one without the other. All three are one. They automatically adore my son when they adore Almighty God, the Father. You must not question my people anymore. You must unite with those who believe abortion is murder."
"My Son has a plan for them, a plan
that even I do not understand. You must not try. Just as you will
see the face of God, because you already know my Son, they will
see my Son in all His glory, and they will recognize Him, and
they will accept Him. You must not question my people anymore."
I said, Blessed Mother, the Protestants think we adore you. She
said, "This is what you must explain to them, that you
do not adore me. You only adore my Son. You must also explain
to them that I only work through my Son. You must tell them to
remove their pictures from the wall of their loved ones and families.
Because what you see in my replica, is the way you have seen,
and others have seen me, is only man-made, like their pictures.
But is the way you have seen me and others have seen me, and that
is why they keep their pictures on the wall, because it reminds
them of the ones they love the way they saw them."
"You must tell them not to use their Rabbis, Priests and Ministers, if they don't believe in me interceding to my Son because they are doing exactly what I am doing. I intercede."
"You must place my Son near my replica. I am no one without my Son."
She said, "You must claim. You must beg, if you have to, for some of the remains of my little ones to be placed near my replica where the young mothers can come and bond with the little ones and with their little Lamb. A place of reconciliation, first. I have chosen the old Gradel place as a place of reconciliation. The property has already been purchased in the name of my Son, and in my name. You must claim it."
"You must lead them to the gate. I will carry them through the gate, back to my Son. I will carry the sheep as I carry the lambs, back to my Son to be made whole."
She said, "The little girl I let
you hold, her name is Ilisha. Someday I will let you hold her
again. I will let you hold her." I did not know what
she meant and I prayed about it. It was almost two weeks. I saw
two tiny petite hands. I was having my breakfast. They were empty.
Then, I saw this perfectly formed tiny baby in the Blessed Mother's
hands. She said, "This is Ilisha. I let you hold her."
(This was the solid piece of blood at St. Luke's) "I want
you to see her now. Someday, you will see her the way she really
is. Remember what I told you. Just as earthly people only recognize
each other, heavenly bodies only recognize each other, and until
you become one of us, they will not recognize you." She
had nothing on her head, she was all dressed in shining white.
A beautiful child, her face looked normal, she looked around.
Now I know who I held in my hands. I know her name and I pray
to her. She said, "She is very precious to me. I keep
Ilisha close to me. I have many Ilisha's." I repeated
after her, Alisha. She said, "Her name is Ilisha".
I also said to her before she left, Blessed Mother, I believe
all this, I touched you. I touched the child, I know you are real
but who is going to believe this? Who am I going to tell this
to that will believe it? She said, "I will give you proof."
I have been a diabetic for 26 years. Before that, I was on Ornaze.
I was taking 86 units of insulin and I have not had any insulin
since 1992. I have five sisters with diabetes. My mother died
with diabetes. I had an uncle who died at age 27 of diabetes,
so I know what diabetes is. So, like she told me, she brought
proof: I would never need insulin again. I thought this was something.
I was afraid to stop. One doctor told me, my pancreas was like
a dead horse. You could kick it and it would never get up. I wanted
to live, and decided that I better take my insulin anyway. I went
into insulin shock. I had nothing except Karo syrup in the refrigerator
that could bring me out of the shock. I was shaking and had to
run the syrup under hot water before I could bet it out of the
bottle. Luckily, I never lost consciousness.
After about a half hour, I was strong enough to call my doctor.
The receptionist answered and I told her what had happened. I
could not take my insulin. She said, "wait a minute,"
and came back after talking to the doctor. She said that he said
to cut it in half. So I did. The same thing happened, only I left
the syrup out. I could get a hold of it. I thought, this is it!
So I called them back and told them I was not taking any more
insulin. I was frightened of what was happening. I know if you
go into insulin shock and can't get to a phone, what can happen.
The receptionist said the doctor wanted to see me. I told him
what had happenend. He said, "have you had a spiritual healing?"
I was with my granddaughter and she did not know anything about
this. I looked at him and he knew I did not want to talk in front
of my granddaughter.
He finished examining me and filled out my card for billing. When
I got to the receptionist's desk, he was behind me. He said, "Sally,
will you come back to my office alone?" The office was full
of people. I was in there one hour telling him just what I told
you. He said, "Sometimes, when God wants something, He will
use people." I go every four months for a blood test and
fill him in on where we are.
Father Lovisa is the first priest I told in 1992. We would pray
and visit various church prayer groups and nothing was happening.
She said it would happen. I especially prayed the week we went
to Christ the King Church. I did not know anyone, so before I
spoke, Sister and I prayed before the Blessed Sacrament (they
have a 24 hour adoration room). It was beautiful. When I finished
my message, people were asking questions. A young man came up
and gave me his card, and said, "I would like you to make
an appointment with my family. We would like to help you."
Since then, it has been up and down. It has been a beautiful experience.
No one will ever know the responsibility that goes with it.
We have had miracles that have happened, that we asked for as
proof. I don't ask for proof anymore. I say, through the goodness
of her heart, if she wants to send miracles we will accept them.
Aside from my diabetes being cured, another miracle happened to
a friend of mine. He and his wife came in February. We had to
help him up the stairs. He had a heart condition. I had flowers
in my living room and I knew he was wondering why. When he asked,
I told him what had happened. He said, "By the way, if you're
praying to that Virgin woman, ask her to say a prayer for me,
because I am going to have a heart transplant sometime in April
at the Cleveland Clinic." He said it has to be critical before
they do this, and it was. He was taking sixty pills a day. He
had like a little suitcase for his pills, which he took each hour.
I want to tell you, he is not Catholic, his first name is Jon.
He believes in God and the hereafter, that's about all. He left
and we did not have contact after that until August. On the Feast
of the Assumption, August 15th, I prayed that something good would
happen. I was coming back from the grocery store, which is right
behind my home, there was Jon's car. He was able to walk up the
stairs and carry my groceries without any problem. He said, "Sally,
sit down, I can't wait to tell you. They have taken me off of
the heart transplant list."
I have to tell you when we prayed, how I prayed. It is my personal
opinion that if God wanted up to have two hearts, He would have
hung another one on. So I prayed, if my friend did have a heart
transplant, that his body would not reject it. But, please Lord,
repair his old heart. My friend said, "sit down. That Virgin
woman you prayed to did something. They took me off the transplant
list." He said, "I'm still not well and I'm still taking
my medication. But they took me off the transplant list because
my heart has gotten stronger." Some months later, I talked
to Jon and he said, "Sally, I'm on no medication." Even
his doctor could not explain what had happened. I said to Jon,
"We know what happened, don't we?"
And on October 30, 1992, Mary said, "I will be known throughout
the world as Our Lady of Toledo, Queen of the most Holy Rosary.
Not because of anything I have done, but because I have been chosen
to save some of the little Lambs of my Son from slaughter. Remember,
He reigns over all, He reigns over all. Like you, I am only an
instrument in His hands to save some of his little ones."
She takes no honor for herself, nothing. She is asking for the
little ones.
She said, "You must unite without violence. You must unite
in prayer, not pulling them away from the abortion clinics, not
marching in Washington. That would only cause more hate."
She said, "No one religion should get the blame, not one
denomination should get the credit for the abolishment of abortion,
but united, all denominations, you shall be strong. Separate,
you are but puffs of smoke."
"If you complete my plan and spread my message, you must
remember this date. You must repeat after me, 1997 Roe Vs. Wade
will be overturned. Abortion will be illegal again. The abortion
pill will automatically be illegal. Many will be saved from mass
murder. The sheep, as well as the Lambs will be made whole."
"You will have a President, his name is Clinton. He will
make a health care plan that include a license to kill. You must
unite all denominations. United you will be strong, separated,
you will be like little puffs of smoke." (This was October,
1992.) I have received messages since then. I have reported a
couple of them. Approximately twelve or thirteen messages. I don't
see her, it comes to me. I was doing dishes and I stopped. It
took my attention, I listened. She said, "My Son, the
Holy Eucharist will unite you. You will be united through the
blood of the Lambs, because of the blood of the Lambs will be
the beginning of unity."
She did not set any date for unity, but she said, "It
would be the beginning of unity because of the blood of the lambs."
She also said, "You must spread my message, and those
of my faithful, who hear my message, will also hear the blearing
of the Lambs."
There were some things that the Blessed Mother told me that I
could not understand, especailly one about my home. She referred
to it as my chapel. One evening, before I went to bed, she said,
"You must stop fretting. I have blessed you by giving
you my plan in the future. My plans are made and will never change.
You must stop fretting now. You must not worry about the planning.
Many miracles and healings will happen in the chapel of yours."
This is her plan for the future.
In October, 1992, there were 23 apparitions plus the messages
since. I have been receiving messages for some time, until I went
to the farm in Covington, KY., where the Blessed Mother appears
to another visionary. There were thousands of people there. I
thought I would get a message, I saw her just the way she appeared
in my living room, above the statue, about fifteen feet. I was
not going to say anything about this. We stopped at the Seminary
on the was back, and I walked up to the statue of Our Lady of
Fatima, and said out loud without even thinking, "Blessed
Mother, why don't others see you as I see you?" Someone overheard
me, and I did tell them what had happened.
There was a couple that had been married for years. She was 42
and they had no children. They had tried and tried to adopt to
no avail. We prayed and prayed that something would happen. Their
attorney called and told them they had a child from Guatemala,
where Tom Monaghan had build a shrine to the Blessed Mother. The
woman had had two abortions and worked at the Embassy. They don't
know why she decided to have this one. Their attorney asked if
they would be willing to go to Guatemala and look and bond with
the child overnight. They did and stayed in a hotel. It was very
dangerous. They brought the baby to the hotel. They attorney told
them they would get the child. They came home and were very happy.
We started to pray in thanksgiving. They, then, got a notice from
their attorney that said no way. The foster mother decided she
was not going to release the baby. She fell in love with it and
she had heard people in the U.S. were doing research on the babies.
You can imagine how we all felt. I had gotten a message from the
Blessed Mother that we would get the baby in October. They, then
got a notice that they would get the baby in two months. Then,
they got another notice that they would get the baby in three
weeks. They didn't get it. They did get the baby in October, just
as the Blessed Mother promised, from Gautemala, where Tom Monaghan
had built his shrine.
End of visionary's words of 6/21/95.