Cardinal taught me this in Rome
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A Cardinal once taught me something in Rome… something they don’t teach in books, and they don’t say out loud unless they believe you’re truly in danger.
Take a glass. Fill it only halfway with Holy Water from Church—never to the top. Place it near your front doorway, or if you’re worried about your children, place it quietly in their room.
Because evil does not enter like a storm.
It enters like a whisper.
And once it steps inside… it looks for somewhere to hide.
The half-filled glass becomes a trap.
You’ll know it’s working because every Sunday… you will see it.
Air bubbles.
Not from heat. Not from dust.
Bubbles that rise like something is trying to breathe through the water.
That’s the part people don’t understand:
evil isn’t always loud… sometimes it just waits.
Then on Monday, at 3:00 AM, pour the water out onto grass or dirt. Never down a drain. Never into a sink. And repeat this for 40 days.
By the end… the bubbles stop.
The half glass represents evil’s half-measure attempt to wreck your home.
The Holy Water represents the purity of God—something darkness cannot hold for long.
Here’s the truth most people learn too late:
You cannot fight a ghost.
They are dead.
The strength of fighting is only for the living.
But you can speak to the dead… and you can learn to survive them.
When you see one in your home, do not panic.
Fear is what they feed on.
Most of them can’t hurt you at all… unless you are unprotected—unless you have no God around you. Only a few can cross that line.
And the worst ones?
They are bound forever to the place where life was taken.
There’s a spot in Palos Verdes, Los Angeles… a cliff edge priests quietly visit on holy days. They don’t go there for the view.
They go there to keep people from walking too close.
They’ll tell hikers the cliff is crumbling from rainfall.
It isn’t.
I’ve stood there.
I spent a quiet afternoon there with a Monsignor from the Midwest, sitting in the grass like it was nothing… remembering the catacombs in Rome.
And he told me something I’ll never forget:
When you read somebody “jumped” off that cliff…
Most likely they didn’t.
They were led.
Pulled forward by something that knew their name, knew their thoughts, and knew exactly how to sound like their own inner voice.
That’s how evil works.
It doesn’t shove.
It convinces.
A hotel on the 12th floor in Ventura County is the same kind of place.
Some doors don’t just open into rooms…
They open into realms.
And if you want to know the signs that a dead one is leading you toward its world…
Come back this weekend.
Because on Easter, I always share the tips and tricks for getting along with the dead.
And more importantly…
How to make sure they don’t start getting along with you.
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