The Visionary, Maureen, came down and sat infront of us.  We said
the Rosary and at a point she stopped and someone said "Blessed Mother is here".
We knelt while Maureen got the message from "Mary". Then the Rosary continued.

I don't know how many times we went out to the Holy Love Chapel in Seven Hills.
At one point I asked them if I could help them in someway.  They mentioned that they
needed someone to transcribe the messages for the Visionary into book form.  I told
them I had access to computers through my brother and volenteered.  I was a good typist
but didn't have a word processor or computer of my own.  When I was sent writing
to transcribe I was in tears as I did not know how to use my brothers Apple computer.

I also had to wait and wait for my brother to come home so he could show me what to do.
I cried in his driveway and in stress yelled out "How can I get this done".  A voice within
and around me and thru me that was very "there" said.  " It will be done".  Alone in the
car I thought, am I hearing things, is this Mary telling me "it will be done."  am I goofy?
It was so direct I knew.

The little ministry of Holy Love out grew the chapel house in Seven Hills and we were like
lost sheeps without a place to go.  The church across the way let us come pray there.  There
were times the prayers were said in schools and in parks.  The faithful came where ever
there could be prayers said.  I remember one December on a cold night we all gathered in
a barn and I actually sat on a bale of straw.  I thought how appropriate, like a manger as I
shivered through the Rosary.