Few of us even have memories that go back to when we were one year old. Do you remember your first Birthday party? I can't. But while my mom was giving birth to me at home, she could hear my sister Catherine singing to herself: "Happy Birthday to me..." That is a precocious child. My sister Catherine was born on April 10 the year before, and I was being born on this day, April 11. My sister and I always call each other on our birthdays because they are only one day and one year apart. At age one, I do remember drawing the back end of a car because out the window I could see cars passing by. I have been drawing ever since. I just complete two drawings today of a lovely lady. I took poetic licence and drew her face to look like her photo when she was 28 eventhough she is 55. Lines are poetry in the hands of an artist.
It is hard for us to remember the first months oflife on this earth, so for someone to remember events and thoughts in the womb seems impossible and unheard of before this following story:
I was sitting outside on a bench with Fr. John, a holy Trappist priest monk of the monastery of Our Lady of Gethsemani in Piffard, New York. He started to tell me of his memories he had when he was in the womb at about 3 or 4 months gestation. I politely interruped him and asked a psychological question since that was my field of study. I said: "Father, such a memory would have to have been triggered by some "present" event." He wholeheardedly agreed and began to tell me of the present even that flashed him back to the time of being in the womb. He said that he happened to see the front cover of Life magazine that had a large full color photo of a fetus in the womb at a very early development. What was so unique about this photo for him was that the spine of the fetus at that early stage has sharp bumps on it at perfect intevals. That did it for him! Flash! He was back in the womb and remebered these thoughts and feeling: He said he was sitting in the womb and touched the side walls of the uterus and thought to himself: "That is not me." Then he touched the top of his legs and thought to himself: "That is me." He then touched his face with both hands and thought to himself: "That is me." Then he reached around to his back and touched his spine. He felt the sharp bumps on his spine. He knew it was him but he was very frightened by what he felt with his hands. He had thoughts like: "I am not normal, ugly and not fully formed." He was convinced that there was something very wrong with him. He became more worried with every passing moment. He could not think of anything else. As he was stewing and worrying, suddenly God broke into his consciousness [which today Fr. John would call "infused contemplation"]. God's presence was all pervasive and filled the baby's entire being with love, comfort and assurance: God said:You are all right!" Fr. John's anxiety in the womb vanished. Even at such a young age or 3 or 4 months in the womb, he could experience the presence of God, total peace and healing of all worry. God was listening to his thoughts and reached down from heaven and touched His baby in the womb!
If all of the above is true, how must God the Father feel when the anxious thoughts and fears and pain is felt by the unborm during abortion? Their fears are beyond anything you and I have ever felt. We have not face being torn to peices. Baby's don't submit easily. They kick and fight back as the instruments of abortion touch them. They run from side to side in the womb. They kick the probes. They try to get out of the way of death. What goes though their minds and their bodies are all heard and seen by God. He is a DAD and these are His precious ones.
These little ones [60,000,000 of them] are true martyrs for the Faith. These are innocent Saints.
While praying before Womancare on Southfield Rd. in Lathrup Village, Michigan, I deeply felt that something deep, tearful, and awesome was going on at that moment in the clinic. I was feeling the actual death throes of a traumatized girl child in the womb inside this clinic. In a few moments, the spirit of that little girl came and was suspended just over my head slilghtly to the right. I could almost touch her. I sensed that she was still tear-faced from a great trauma. The trauma was so great eventhough it was all over, the violent trauma was still on her face and body - like a spiritual residue. She was carrying the aftermath of those sufferings with her for a few moments after the event. She came over to me....because I was the only family she had. I was there before the death and praying for her, and now I was there at her wake. She then came close to me, and I could feel her tremendous holiness and brightness of soul. I could feel and sense her glory as a martyred Saint. She was one of the Holy Innocents that joined those that Herod had killed in Bethlehem.
Then she spoke these word to me which I will never forget as long as I live. She said: "Thank you for praying for me." Then there was a pause. Then she said: "I love you!" She lingered for a few more moments above me...a little higher...to get her last look at earth. And then she departed slowing toward heaven. I stood motionless, stunned, awed, inspired, because I met a true Saint - up close and personal who spoke to me. We Catholics believe in the "communion of saints; and I have known this truth by experience. Still the sense of her traumatization lingered for a long while. I was consoled that she was in heaven; but her pain still stayed with me and does to this day. Seeing the residue of her pain and martyrdom will never leave me. You see, I am a dad. I cannot stand a baby to be in pain. I had 6 babies and protected them and loved them. So, you can understand why I cannot stand a baby in pain. We should not stand for it either. Abortion is a million times more evil than we ever knew. Let us fight to save babies's lives in the womb. "Pro-choice" totally discards babies, traumatizes them, kills them. We must become "dad" and "mom" to all the unborn in the womb by our praying at the clinics, at our family prayer times, by our voting out of office all pro-choice politicians, by our volunteering to counsel women to keep and give birth to their children, by our compassionate help to young pregnant mothers who are scared. If every one of us saves one baby, that means millions of babies will be saved and born.
Father, give us the Holy Spirit to know how to save lives of babies in the womb. You hear all the thoughts of babies in the womb. Help us to rescue them because they our own childrne - brothers and sisters in the Lord. Father, please defund all Planned Parenthood clinics. Please convert to pro-life all doctors and nurses who do abortions. Let them see that these are little babies who wish to live and grow and enjoy life just as we do. All this we ask in Jesus' Name, Amen.
Love, Pio
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