A Letter to the POPE, Francis
Dernière mise à jour : 9 mai 2022
To the Hon, Pope Francis
My name is Anne Lucy Gelicrisio, I am Australian – dual passport holder – and have been living in France, Paris 75001, since December 2nd, 2017.
A Brief History :
I am a practicing Catholic, with a sincere love of the Devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary, through the prayers of the Holy Rosary; which I’ve been praying every day for the past 30 years. I’ve also committed myself voluntarily, to religious vows that I have not broken for the past seven years – chastity – and furthermore, I am currently undergoing private Rosary Retreats four days per week, as I THIRST to be closer to GOD (after experiencing the Holy Spirit in January, a message that saved my life from a calculated terrorist attack on the church I was attending, specifically targeting me… I was instructed to flee to prevent the murder of both me and the Priest giving the sermon who did not realize he was next…(the story already posted on this site, which has unfortunately created a bit of jealousy)).
I started praying the Holy Rosary, at three years old, which was taught to me by my Maltese Born Grandmother, Nanna Annie, and being ‘the favorite grandchild’, I was with her daily and also idolized her devotion to the Blessed Virgin; the unconditional love she gave me for the first seven years of my life stays with me to this day. I give her credit for my happy heart, although my current circumstances and living arrangements, are yet to be understood.
I’m by no means a Saint, well, at least not yet anyway. During my early twenties, I strayed from my faith and joined the Buddhist Monastery in Western Australia, for three years. I was yearning for a deeper understanding and had a lot of problems interpreting the Holy Bible (I basically couldn’t read between the lines and didn’t understand the messages written, which are supposed to contain the answers to our lives through the example of Jesus Christ, the only son of the Father).
My mother, who used to gather us kids (six in total) to pray the Holy Rosary at nights before bed, had a heart attack and understandably so.
Then I had my first direct interaction with the Blessed Virgin, that to this day I have spoken to no one about the details, and of course I gave up the Buddhist Monastery and dangled the Holy Rosary Beads back around my neck, where they always were (and should have remained). It was a good experience for me because I realized the dangers of Buddhism, as it is literally a separation process between you and GOD. My mother said ‘GOD chose you for something that no one else can do, you have to be patient with GOD’s plan and can not demand answers before his time, as your job right now is not your calling but to simply raise well those two beautiful children of yours who need you more… both your father and I, did not plan for you to be born and you should have died at birth according to the doctor, you are GOD’s idea and when the time is right he will show you the way’. I was never close to my mother, but I never forgot her answer.
My Maltese Grandmother, Nanna Annie Taliana, whom I loved and adored more than my own mother, lived through WWII. My grandfather, Nannu Emmanuel (her husband), was a soldier in that war against Hitler (…in collaboration with Mussolini), that was won by the Maltese, AGAINST ALL ODDS. A truly miraculous story of one single nation gathering together (with 100% of participation), to pray the Holy Rosary at the same time each day while bombs were dropping all around them. But through their unshakable faith, they knew that GOD WILL ALWAYS WIN (and that they did). Malta, a tiny island that appears like a little black full-stop on the world map, were dubbed the most bombed country on earth and awarded the highest honor for bravery, The Saint George Cross. When my grandfather passed away, he gave his war medals to my eldest brother, Sergio Gelicrisio.
I’m not good enough to join the nuns, I swear tooo much, that’s not what I’m asking for here, so please read on (10 pages left)...
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