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3. Dalmazio Babare says:

   November 10, 2024 at 9:01 am

   Hey Catholic Talk show guys, (my name is Dalmazio Babare- Melbourne Australia)
   God is Good…
   To start I just want to say I love you guys and listening to you on my old decommissioned iPhone
   has been a much needed sanctuary and education over the last 6 months or so…
   I don’t know what you look like so I get a little confused sometimes over whose who,
   but I gather there’s lots of Ryans and riches (in that sense of the word).
   I relate to youz a lot; I’m descendant of Italian/Dalmation/Slovenian-Austrian/Turks-
   about as diverse as you can get- my youngest son is an indigenous Australian
   so he’s the whole planet full there…
   You carry on like my old family at Christmas- hard to get a word in edge ways…
   But I love it- you’re what we call here in Ozstralia- a bunch of “ratbags”.
   In the best sense of the term.
   At 67 I’ve experienced a major reversion to Faith after a long illness- and after a long successful career
   in the arts as a muso and other creative things…
   You’ve heard me on Mad Max, Babe and other stuff…
   I left the church in the 70’s during that tumultuous time…
   I never rejected Jesus as an historical figure but didn’t understand the Risen Christ or the Eucharist.
   I do now…
   I’d lived my adult life (after leaving crime) like a cowboy movie, wandering alone finding myself in situations where I had to choose between good and bad…
   I see now what a terrible lonely and ultimately destructive life that was-
   to try and live without true Faith and fellow travellers/congregation- a very tragic and painful way to live-
   and just like in the westerns- always exiting alone grievously wounded and with less than what I came with.
   SHANE still makes me weep after all these years!
   I’ve heard you talk much about the significance of the Eucharist
   in conversions, reversions and in the lives of Saints.
   After a serious deathly illness I returned to the church about 6 months ago-
   how I got there I can’t really explain- I can sort of but that’s a really really long letter…
   My reversion occurred just before my good mother’s passing.
   She’d kept my now 60 yr old scapular- and left me her beautiful 100 yr old Italian crucifix.
   I’d told her about my return to church and she was very pleased.
   It was almost like she felt she could go knowing I was in God’s care.
   Coincidentally the priest who performed the last rights for her-
   happened to be my newly encountered Parish priest from St Francis Xavier Church here in Frankston.
   I don’t know- but it all fell in place somehow.
   After her death, a couple of weeks or so- about 5 weeks ago,
   I experienced a powerful personal revelation- I call it a miracle.
   I just spoke to my parish priest (Nigerian Father Chinua) about it yesterday.
   I’ve been kind of shy- not embarrassed exactly- but somewhat awkward about sharing my experience.
   I pray and attend mass daily- pray the rosary (often 3 times a day) every morning at my front window
   which looks out over a valley of warehouses and industrial sheds.
   On the 2nd of September ’24-
   During my morning rosary-
   the sun appeared to me as the Eucharist.
   You know you can’t look at the sun for even a moment without going blind…
   It appeared as a monstrance does- for real!
   It was the Eucharist- pulsating, with golden rays shooting off of it- multi coloured rainbow light swirling all around it.
   To tell the truth, at first- I wasn’t sure what I was looking at.
   But then after a while I realised what I was witnessing…
   My own private personal miracle.
   I watched it for nearly 25 minutes without looking away.
   After that time it returned to the sun as normal and I had to look away.
   I’m a bit of a drama queen like all us hot blooded types so I wanted to make sure of what I’d seen.
   So for the following few days at the same time- I checked to see if I’d witnessed
   some kind of atmospheric effect- but no…
   I googled to see if there’d been a cosmic event like some type of eclipse or the like but no…
   God the Father- his Son Jesus Christ (and the Holy Spirit- or through the Holy Spirit) revealed to me
   the actual presence of Jesus Christ on this earth as/in the Eucharist.
   I’d always accepted Jesus as a kind of “cowboy” if you like- a rebel taking on the oppressors and hypocrites.
   I didn’t or wouldn’t understand the mystery of the Christ and the Eucharist.
   The revelation was as if Christ was saying to me- hey dumb arse- have a look, see, see!
   I’m truly humbled- on top of that wonderful prayer that’s been so significant in my return;
   “…especially those in most need of thy mercy.”
   That’s me 100%- 150%.
   I’ve been reborn- true…
   My health is unbelievably better.
   I’ve finally after all these years “reconciled” all the terrible terrible things
   I did as a rebellious violent unhappy young man.
   When after all the psychiatry and medication, self medication, meditation
   and self help groups etc etc etc failed me…
   It’s miraculous!
   I feel a bit funny sharing this with you because I don’t know you all from a bar of soap as we say-
   but hearing you talk about the truth and power of the Eucharist I just had to share.
   Now, I trust in Fathers and fellow travellers in the Way.
   Ps,
   I feel it my duty to word you yanks up a bit about Melbourne Australia here (Sydney is the flashy darling!).
   Most don’t realise but Melbourne was/is the largest Catholic Irish city after Dublin.
   The Late Great Reverend George Pell cut his teeth here.
   The Irish are largely assimilated now and after WWII many Italian/Adriatic displaced peoples and refugees
   settled here (that’s how my mob arrived).
   We transformed Melbourne from a very grey and rather drab town with a drunken pub on every corner
   into an open alfresco dining/wining metropolis.
   Melbourne in the late 19th century was considered along with Chicago as being one of the two great modern cities.
   It is also the spiritual home of modern sport.
   A lot find this hard to swallow- but it’s true.
   Australian Rules Football clubs are the oldest on the planet by at least a half century and more.
   Aussies rules evolved from an indigenous game called MARNGROOK-
   That’s where our odd name for catching a ball high in the air originates-
   We call it a “Mark”- an indigenous term for “manhood” (scarification).
   Melbourne is the youngest Australian city and was largely free settled
   by ex-convicts from the notorious Tasmanian penal settlement Port Arthur,
   retired pirates (one infamous founding father was BATMAN- true!)-
   even runaway Confederate sailors.
   Irish/Scottish/English ex-cons etc and “blackfellas” were not about to be invited to Golf or cricket
   or ruggers with their colonial masters.
   So they got together and invented football…
   We do love sport and any sport will do- our “colosseum” the MCG- is one of the biggest in the world…
   “Our” football is what we call the beautiful game- poetry- class….
   Oddly it has almost a catechism sized book of rules and yet it looks so free, often chaotic and “running”.
   If you look closely you’ll see pretty much all the other ball games there- even basketball
   (try bouncing an oval ball?!)…
   Bottom-line the whole idea of one suburb for example competing with another
   in a democratic sporting event is a Melbourne invention- no doubt!
   It was exported around the world by the “going-home-for-Christmas” Irish- inspiring Gaelic Football which is clearly a composite as is Rugby Union.
   From Ireland and the UK the idea of “sport” migrated elsewhere.
   Sport here is religion we say- and every code pretty much lines up a game or season here because they’ll be guaranteed an enthusiastic audience no matter the shape or size of the ball.
   We’ll “barrack” (another Australian indigenous term) and wager over cockroaches running for cover!
   You yanks and us do share something sporting in common- US Baseball with it’s “street” stick-ball origins also evolved communally as far as I understand.
   The Brits like to own sporting history but you don’t have to be a genius to recognise that the “poetry” and democratic nature of baseball owes little to the aristocratic pastime of cricket.
   The Brits like to own everything- except their sins (forgive me brothers- I shouldn’t be an arsehole)…
   So a little more about Melbourne and I’ll sign off…
   Stephen Colbert amusingly described it once as being somewhere west of New Jersey- and he’s right…
   If you want an idea of what Melbourne was like in the 70’s while I was a very bad teenager-
   doing my criminal apprenticeship- ACDC performing regularly in community halls and pubs to audiences of a 100 or less…
   Watch Mad Max the original (curious that I ended up playing on the soundtrack).
   That movie is not a dystopian post-apocalyptic horror.
   It’s a social-drama (Haha)- just an average Saturday night out on the backroads, paddocks and onion fields of Melbourne.
   For real…
   Pps,
   I just listened to your episode on 20 Catholic Celebs-
   Was delighted and amazed to hear that Bill Murray is one of us…
   I love him and was just saying to my oldest son how much I miss him on the screen.
   Keep up the great work…
   I’m a big fan…
   Say a prayer for us ratbags downunder.
   I’ve been praying lots with Saint Mary MacKillop lately-
   Have you seen her eyes?
   She saw us Australians- our weekness for tobacco, alcohol and gambling- our poor treatment of women, children and the indigenous folk (the Brits payed convict and indigenous slaves and others in rum, tobacco, sugar and white flour- Australia is also the spiritual home of apartheid and segregation but that’s another story).
   St Mary Mac’ saw us- what eyes she had…
   Ppps,
   I spent a lot of adult time inquiring into various “ways of life” in a vain attempt to find peace.
   Zen is common amongst performers and athletes- self control, becoming the target and emptying oneself…
   But now;
   I’ll leave emptiness to my rattly old dry bones when I’m done.
   Now still breathing I want to be full, overflowing with God’s Love and Will, Jesus Christ and the Eucharist,
   the 7 gifts of the Holy Spirit- the Holy Mother’s Utter Devotion, and Grace- my sons, grandson and sisters!
   Emptiness?!?!?
   What are we, cans of beans?!?!?
   Now that I’ve been inspired to write to you I’ll check you out on You Tube,
   so I can get to know you face by face…
   God is Good All the Time!
   Thanks again for your devotions.
   Faithfully,
   Dalmazio Babare
   Melbourne Australia
   Pppps,
   In my prayers and meditations God has revealed to me (I think) a connection (corruption) of the Truth
   of the Holy Mother of God, Her Purity, the Immaculate Conception- and Islam’s reasoning for the imposition of the “veil” on, and oppression of, their women.
   I’m not entirely sure of what that means, its historical/scriptural connections- but it seems rather obvious to me somehow.
   What do you think…?
   X

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4. Dalmazio Babare says:

   November 10, 2024 at 2:04 pm

   My arithmetic is appalling guys the revelation occurred what nearly 10 wks ago- been an intense and wonderful time.

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