Night Watch

 

The night someone close to you dies is like no night you will ever experience. It drags you into the deepest parts of hell, taking you on a journey of unimaginable physical and emotional pain, worse –much worse – than if you died yourself.
Parts of your body and soul that you never knew existed hurt so bad it would be easier to end it all right there. But we don’t. We stay. We endure. We recover. But do we?
I have never been the same since my mother died when I was 10. We were extremely close. It changed my life’s direction and still does today. There is no getting over it. We cope. We yield to reality. But the mortal wound, the scar left comes with a price, comes back in the deep of the night to rattle your very existance.
For me after my mother’s passing, I never wanted to see anyone close to me die again. So I made sure of it. All my close relationships lasted a short time. The idea of growing old with someone and watching them die was out of the question.
No more Night Watches and I was fine with that. When she left, I looked for her every night. I stayed awake thinking she would return. I heard her voice in the pillows. I saw her face in the window’s reflection. It was as if she was there but she wasn’t.
Then the morning came. The world set in on its pace and she was gone.
This Night Watch went on for months, years. And it  lasted, went on and on,  until I could no longer remember my mother’s voice. Her face faded from the window’s reflection and I was on my own.
Looking back, I believe Eugenia remained with me until she knew I would be OK, able to take it on my own.
Only way to put it is she then flew off to heaven to await my arrival. The Night Watch was over. Jean was in heaven and I was left on earth with some memories and always the lingering thought of why did she have to die so young.
I didn’t have any Night Watches for a long time. I traveled, wrote articles, moved quickly, never getting too attached and always finding a way to escape. This went on for a couple of decades. I successfully achieved my goal until I finally got tired of moving around.
Of course, by this time, the last thing I wanted to do was start what I call a twi-light romance. Meet an older lady, talk about our failures and then hobble around the bedroom trying to bring back the good old days.
By this time, I had chosen my companions carefully and they were a Red Fox Lab and an Alaskan Malamute. During our time together, we had intermittent human female companionship but nothing that lasted very long.
But the three of us were together and I mean together every day for 14 years. We were growing old together and I had forgotten about the Night Watches until Ms Moose died in January. She stayed for about four days until flying to heaven. I think she left quickly because she knew Max was with me and would take care of me
Then a week ago Max left this earth. It has been a week but he is still here with me every night. I am back in the Night Watches and I am in the thick of it again. He will stay until he knows I can handle it, get through the night without losing my mind. I don’t know how long that will be but I don’t expect him to leave anytime soon.
I will let you know when Max flies off to heaven.

Jesuit Gunpowder Plot Revisited Greg Anthonys Journal


From the first moment the details of the plot to blow up The House of Commons became known, the government sought to have the Jesuits incriminated as being behind it. During the final years of Elizabeth’s reign severe legislation had been passed making Jesuits and those who harboured them, criminals, punishable by death. Many Jesuit priests were subsequently captured and executed. The Society of Jesus was founded by a Spaniard, Ignatius Loyola, under the name “The Company of Jesus”. Ratified in a Papal Bull of Paull III, the name was latinised to “Societas Jesu” on 27 September 1540. Loyola’s self reform and his enlistment of followers, was not initially set up as a vehicle to oppose Protestant doctrine, moreover it had in its aims academic study and education. Loyola offered his orders services to the Pope, and in time they became a powerful tool in the Papal Counter Reformation of the sixteenth century. Taken from the GPS. The Gunpowder Plot Society

Rainbow Bridge Makes Vatican/Jesuits Look Small

 Greg has no desire to talk about the Jesuits today. In fact, he feels they are like little flies, pesky and annoying. Instead, he looks to something so much more important. He looks to how we deal with the loss of those we love and only God knows how many the Vatican has taken from us. “We feel deeply their loss, we grieve, we cry, we are human,” said Greg. “That is what separates us from sociopaths in the Jesuit Order and their minions in government dedicated to genocide, mass murder and satanic destruction.”

Inside the Ups and Downs of taking on Vatican Greg Anthonys Journal


Published on Jul 12, 2017
Greg reveals a bit of the personal side of going from Rome to Mexico. Behind all the facts there is a personal side to the story of “how and why I took on the Vatican head on”. As I do this show, I am grieving the loss of Ms Moose and just the other day, Max.
A listener sent this poem which may help with grief:
The Rainbows Bridge Poem
RainbowBridge.com Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

Author unknown…

Max and Ms Moose Are in Heaven

Greg explores the question do pets go to heaven after the passing of his beloved friend Max, who passed on into heaven from bone cancer. He would have turned 10 August 7. The answer to the question is a resounding YES! All animals go to heaven and scripture backs that up.

Vatican CIA Mass Killing of Duplessis Orphans Greg Anthonys Journal

I first learned of the horrendous Duplessis Orphan story more than 13 years ago. It is one big reason I kept hammering away at the Vatican and Jesuit Order for their crimes against humanity. Here you have eye witness testimony and survivor stories that shock the very foundations of humanity. Spending countless hours interviewing many of the survivors and their families, I find it difficult to believe America for the most part won’t listen when it comes to the truth about the Vatican.
Published on Jul 10, 2017
Guest Rod Vienneau Discusses the Duplessis Orphan Scandal as Greg looks back at interview with Rod Vienneau who has for 15 long years has been trying to get justice for the horrendous crimes committed against his wife, Clarina. It’s been a long, hard battle – a fight that looks like David v. Goliath since the U.S. and Canadian governments are battling him tooth and nail to keep his case quiet. And the reason for the government barricade at revealing the truth is Vienneau’s case opens a “can of worms,” exposing the government sanctioned torture and abuse of more than 50,000 children involved in illegal psychiatric government-sanctioned experimentation programs.

Max Has a Soul

Max, my good friend, passed into heaven Sunday evening from bone cancer in his right front leg. We shared life, communicated since he was eight weeks old. He would have been 10 August 7. What a joy he was, thousands of people talked to him over the years, taking his picture and just wanting to be close to him. He was a beauty and gave many happy smiles to people who stopped him just for a chance to be near him. He was a big boy, 110 pounds of fun and love. I will be doing a show about him and letting you know animals go to heaven. I am so grateful that God gave me the opportunity to share our lives together.