Faith

Marian Consecration Anniversary – A Vision of Purgatory

Addict and needle

I vomited. A green, gray, brown, yellow, fleshy, uncolored substance spewed forth from my mouth. The smell was vile. The smell of me was vile. Worse than anything I’ve ever smelled. Pungent. Intense. Gross. Indescribable. Words to describe my smell but also how I looked. I shook uncontrollably. Tremors overtook my body. They were no…

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