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Fatima

Fatima A lady rich, perfumed and dressed splendidly was driven by her liveried chauffeur to Lisbon when she, at a certain point asked her driver to stop; yes the rich also need obeying bodily functions. Later she looked down into a valley where three children were guarding sheep two of them were eight the oldest one eleven, the lady waved her manicured hands and said something the children didn`t understand except the oldest one who told the other two it was Virgin Maria who had blessed them and warned them of secrets that could only be told to a priest. When the children came home, they said what they had seen, but the secrets the oldest one told a priest and the secrets are still kept in the Vatican. At the place where the children have seen Virgin Maria, pilgrims came the blind, the sick, the lame and the mad looking for a cure, and today it is a holy site with hotels, shops, and restaurants. Pilgrims keep coming, some walk for days to atone for sins they might commit sometimes in the future, what a wondrous thing, how irrational truth can be a diamond in the heart of worshipers

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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