When someone from Purgatory reaches us, unexpectedly

When someone from Purgatory reaches us, unexpectedly

Does that thought of an event that occurred years ago make you think about a resurrected occurrence that has raised its head and touched our reality? 

Most people do not deal with abstractions because much of it supposes events or dreams of one or more persons without tangible proof that the rest of us can see for themselves, makes them appear non-realistic.  However, the very existence of faith is the very absence of realistics that anyone may see and record so everyone can hold it up and say, “here is proof that what I say is true.”

Perhaps the best non-tangible explanation of purgatory may be that they are in another dimension and can step over a threshold that separates the both of us.  That of course is not a positive assertion but one that may exist.  However, when two people can see someone in an awakened mode and know they are not walking in their sleep, it gives us something we can believe in.

In earlier articles I wrote of occasions where my wife saw a man (all in black) standing by our bed at night looking at me while I slept.  I also woke up one night and saw a man standing by the bed and peering down at me.  Both of these instances were not two people living in a make-believe psychotic atmosphere.  We are both aware of the probability of some people who are in need of psychiatrists because of paranoid psychotic attractions.  We are not in that category.

What we discovered and what the book titled “Purgatory” tells us is that God allows souls to reach out to some who will be their connection by praying for those in need of expiation.  They do not always appear in bodily form.  Much of their reaching out is telepathy or some type of spiritual connection.

An event that brought a tragic reality to my uncle’s business was in 1948 while my grandfather was laid out in a funeral home.  My cousin who was blind in his right eye was driving to pick up some of his younger cousins to drive them back to their home, was broadsided by a tractor-trailer from the right side and was in recovery for a long time.  The money he received was plentiful and he helped his father add on to his clothes-cleaning business.  During the increase of money my uncle was able to pick-up the local high school account which used to be another cleaners client.  This is where two men came into my uncle’s business and gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse.  We believe they were from the Mafia. A short period of time passed and the block of remodeled stores including my uncle’s tailor shop was burned  and never found who started the fire.  The cleaning business that lost the school’s account appeared to be suspect but could not be proven.  Two brothers owned it and they were Catholic and accusing them of such a sinful event would be a judgment.   Yet, all of the events that occurred were enough to point to the inclusion of the opposing cleaner’s disgust when losing a client.   

It is here that perhaps if the brothers were responsible and confessed through the Sacrament of Reconciliation would have received absolution, but the penance of somehow making amends was never accomplished, would have put them in Purgatory.  Here is where I believe that one or both brothers were reaching out to me for a sign of forgiveness which would help expiate their time in purgatory.  Perhaps thi happened since I was part of the family and prayed for purgatory souls.  At any rate, I believe they were reaching me for prayers of expiation.

I am the last of all the relatives of my uncle’s extended family and the brothers needed someone to bring forgiveness to them.  I feel that in some manner of spiritual connection they reached me and I heard the Lord tell me that it was necessary for me to bless their situation by forgiving them through my connection to the family.  I did this and feel that they are receiving expiation through my ministry of openness to prayer for souls in purgatory.  I forgave them in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.  

Ralph B. Hathaway