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NEW – The Divine Mercy Chaplet Prayer with Music

Original Music by Lauren Williamson

Vocals: Lauren Williamson and James Phillips

Lead Guitar: James Phillips

Rhythm Guitar: Lauren Williamson

© July 2021

Here is the new original musical version of the old Prayer from the 1900’s of The Divine Mercy Chaplet. This prayer can be used by all Christian Faiths. It contains Biblical truths, common prayers, and intercessions pleading to the Lord to have Mercy on us and on the Whole World. It was created originally through the inspiration of Jesus Christ to the Nun, St. Faustina. I have prayed it for a while now but suddenly desired to start singing it. The Holy Spirit kept giving me melodies for each part, especially for the 5 decades where the song is chanted: “For the sake of His Sorrowful Passion, Have Mercy on us and on the whole world,” which is lovingly repeated. Please give a listen to some of it below. Thank you for letting me share this great prayer / song.

Love,

Mama Lauren

Love is the Answer Album by Lauren Williamson

I am so proud of Love is the Answer a work that took over 5 years. I was helped by Adamos studio engineer Jerry Adamos…a beautiful Christian…and multiple musicians one of which is Kevin Kearney pianist and helped me arrange the songs from my guitar style and renditions. Thank you Jerry and Kevin. Now I have a new song too that I just finished.

http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/love-is-the-answer/id454755818
Now I am on Spotify and Amazon.com too. God has inspired me to start up again…but hopefully it won’t take me five years to finish this second album. I want to call it…
Made in the Image of God…a song of a mothers love for her child…a song about psalm 139:14. When I starting writing the song…I was carrying my third child. I wanted my child to hear music…a special song just for him. So I began and only wrote the verse…I couldn’t find any more inspiration so laid the song down. Recently I felt Holy Spirit calling me into the living room to pick up the guitar and finish it…it came out so quickly and flowed out of the guitar. Praise God. Thank you Lord for the wonderful surprise. Now back during the time of the C-section on November 10th..the same day as my mother Libby, when it came time to remove him from my womb, the doctor said…your son does not want to separate from you. What? I said, He said…he is literally holding on to your womb!…I said…bring him to me…He was screaming at this point I began to sing the verse…Baby baby within me can you hear me baby baby cause I love you…and so went the song. LO AND BEHOLD HE STOPPED SCREAMING AND WAS PEACEFUL. Then I told the nurse now you can take and clean him up. That was 37 years ago… Now out of the blue God inspires me to finish…now I want to use it to encourage mothers and babies in the womb again and again. May God bless you all. I will post the song soon. Here is the cover for the single….Made In the Image of God!

http://www.discmakers.com/AVLFlashViewer/?p=QzxJnOUHVQOlHrXFRNlTkA==#.V_A6KPArKUklove,

Mamamialove.

Part 2: My life in the late 60’s and 70’s and the Spiritual Charasmatic Movement

Ok…where was I ?

Ok…just got home safe and sound after the mad chase through the hills of Palos Verdes in

1967. I was seven months pregnant…I am ok and so is the baby.

However looking back ..now that i know what i know…and being a child development

major  and a retired massage therapist to boot..i realize..that that spirit of fear that gripped

me that night wasn't good for my child nor me. New information is one thing…but my kid

growing in me..didn't have that..he just felt my physical and spiritual response. These things

that happen to us need a deep healing.

On to what happened next…the birth on March 3. mmm…3 3…then the room had a three in it…i

remember that…numbers mean stuff..right? I think so…and the bill was three hundred and

thirty three dollars. Exactly what i had in my  bank give or take some coins.

Wow. what does that mean?i thought.

 Well, I almost died in the delivery…cause i couldn't seem to stay awake…until a SergeantGeneral labor room nurse..jumped up on bed i was in…slapped me awake

and said..unless you do this ..you will both die…i was awake now..

She leaned into my face and said…softely …i don't know what is going on but you don't want this

baby do you..i said…i am scared…she said..i am going to give you a crash course on LaMaze.

My little boy was 9 lbs 5 oz and beautiful…but i couldn't tell cause I was still drugged up and

depressed cause i still didn't have a dad for him. While they bottle fed my baby i lay in the bed

dreaming of who would marry me now? I thought of some guy that liked me, but I had to find

him. AT that time..guys were marrying girls for lesser reasons..cause the draft was full on

if you weren't in full time college.

 I found the guy that liked me and we got serious fast. We ran off and got married in Vegas.

He was from a nice Catholic family. They didn't like me much cause needless to say i was

an unwed mother. What's the use in telling them i was a good Catholic girl that had a miraculous

pregnancy! Well i thought so.

 After Michael got older…the guy I was dating suddenly got cold feet…he

said..i think we should date other people…what an idiot i was..i was so desperate not

to loose him….that i ignored the red flag that he was not loyal to me..and was folding under

his parents and friends pressure…I said..if you date someone else..i won't see

you anymore…So he said…ok…i won't date anyone else..Gosh…that was wrong…God

was trying to intervene…and you'll know why later.

 

Now..remember i was dating  a service guy? Remember he gave me a ring to hold me

while he was gone for two…years…I really thought he would not last  in Vietnam…

so many were getting killed…I also was desperate for a father for my baby…i was worried

about my sick father and wierdly spiritual mother. I was alone in the world and there

were no guarantees with the service boy.

Well that 20 year old service boy came back mid my dating this new guy…and one

night he suddenly appeared at my door…pleading to just give him one date…to prove his love

for me. he said..i don't care if you got pregnant…i still love you and i will raise him as my own.

 

My newest fiance…called right at that moment…Now why do things happen like this…this is a

life and death situation…so imperative that i make the right decision…here is this sweet

soldier pleading for a chance and Joe who was doubtful of our relationship…

I should have asked for advice..right? But noooooooooo…i did nothing of the sort. Instead i

told the soldier at the door…You would never love this child. You would resent him. And you

would think he would come between us. I can't do it to him. Besides there are not feelings

left…just hope now..and I am sure this soon to be doctor…would help us more. Terry you may

die..and if i let go of this man…then i will have no one…Do you see how fatalistic and terrified

of life I was…guys? Do you see how negative i thinking i was? Where was my faith..the faith

i had that kept me going and strong as when i was a teen?

 

So the soldier boy…left my porch..and i was heartbroken…and sooooo confused…Did i do

the right thing? Make the right choice? How does one know, people..how?

In the meantime…my dad got worse..and worse…one night we all went to see dad before

exploratory surgery…the doctor said…i have made a terrible mistake..your dad didn't get

proper exrays…for we finally found the problem. His previous gall bladder surgery…caused

an adhesion…which is an overgrowth of scar tissue..it invaded a nearby intestion..and closed

it off almost entirely! What we gasped…he has been in serious pain…and all i have been giving

him was Tums. What???? We were both angry and horrified..we wanted to scream at him…but

instead we ran to Dads room…and looked at his frail body..which lost so much weight cause

he couldn't eat nothing but liquids…

My Dad was hopeful although so white..with no color..he said..i can eat again..Lauren..i can

You can cook for me..would you cook for me honey? What do you want Dad…he said..applesauce

pancakes..and lasagna..we laughed..a little..that was the last time i saw him…it was

bitter sweet cause he also recalled how for years..we weren't close…he sounded

so unhappy…i thought Dad..don't talk like that before you go into surgery…stay happy and

positive.. it was if some deep sadness gripped him before he died…

My mom and him were never close and his addictions separated us..but at that moment i loved

my dad deeply and wanted to reconcile…I never got the chance…cause he died right after

surgery.

We were all scattered like lost sheep in the hospital corridors…weeping and wailing. I kept

calling for …"Daddy Daddy my Daddy's dead"

It was so odd no one consoled me. The doctor just sedated me cause i was hysterical.

 

Not only did i not have a chance to have a relationship with my dad..but his last actions

to me were sour. Only the talk of cooking for him is what i remember …and it alone was

sweet. I hope finally he sees me as a loving daughter.

 

Well, its fall of 69…all his friends were partying up good and all of them were in college…

free love was floating around…drugs…but my fiance and I were in a bubble of our own

making…away from the chaos..of the war, rioting, civil liberty marches…my Dad is dead

mom is kinda depressed cause now she has a house which she can't afford anymore

and I was ready to loose the only change for a marriage and a father ot my

illigitimate child. The blood father was somewhere in Vietname…i heard…and had no plans

of visiting us…or helping finanacially causea you remember

he thought…this couldn't be my child…i hardly had anything to do with her…he told my sister..

I talked with His sister and she said…He thinks that you would tell your child that

he died in Vietnam..and that's the story he remembered. but even years later when i went to

see his family…they said..better stay away from him…he is still messed up from the war…

So, I guess  they wouldn't even tell him I visited.

At least that's what i think they did. When my boy was finally an adult he never pursued 

looking for His Dad … cause he thought why feel rejected again…Even recently i thought

honey look for your dad…it might be a good thing…He still said..no.

 

Getting back to the story… pre-med school was over and my fiance made a choice to be

a dentist. So since his parents didn't approve , and the draft board was breathing down

his heels…since he would leave and i might not see him again…between his fear of the draft ..

.his parents…and not picking the right school in time to accept him…we made the leap to

run off and get married. Oh..haste makes waste…it was disasterous…

 

As the war raged on, as his parents fumed at what they thought was our living together…as free

love was taking its toll around town in vineral disease and broken hearts…as more and more

guys were being drafted and slowly filtered over to be killed by the Viet Cong…riots and

marches..and picketing floundered on. What a mess our streets were..you couldn't turn on the

news without seeing poor hippie being hit on the head..or some civil rights marcher being

washed down with a power hose. What a terrible world…first JFK.. then Bobby the president's

senator brother…then Martin Luther King Jr. then my dad in 67…what the (blank) is going on?

Is Armageddien next?

 

Readers…you have to believe me…it was pure madness back then…and i believe that is why

people smoked so much dope…it all seemed so hopeless…its like what is happening now

there is a strong similarity…except for one GLARING DIFFERENCE..GENERALLY SPEAKING

PEOPLE IN THE STATES..WERE SWEETER, KINDER , MORE UNDERSTANDING  AND

MORE SPIRITUAL TODAY…THE WORLD IS FAR MORE , GENERALLY SPEAKING …MORE

UNKIND, LESS FORGIVING, LESS UNDERSTANDING, LESS LOVING AND LESS

SPIRITUAL. I BELIEVE THE LINES ARE DRAWN…LIKE IN TOLKIEN'S" LORD OF THE RINGS"

NOVELS. THE DARKNESS IS INCREASING….

THE GOOD AND THE LIGHT FILLED ONES ON EARTH ARE GATHERING TOGETHER JUST

AS THE EVIL AND THE DARK ARE TOO.

So visitors to my blog…perhaps…that man chasing me in the car…that fateful night was

not wearing a mask at all…and it wasn't a man but a fallen angel…or demon…or both. If

anything…he was a prophecy of the darkness coming…and my pregnancy was not the

worst thing that could have happened to this sweet Catholic girl.

Till next time.

Mama

Aurora Colorado… A MEMORIAL -IN SONG AND A PRAYER

HERE IS A SONG MY SON AND I WROTE EXTEMPORANEOUSLY…AND WITHOUT INTERRUPTION…HIS FINGERS ALMOST FEEL OFF..WHEN HE FINISHED…AND I WAS CRYING…WE BOTH WERE DEEPLY MOVED BY THE SHOOTINGS IN COLORADO DURING THE LAST DECADE…OR MORE.

"BEAUTIFUL SUFFERING"  AM MEMORIAL VIDEO

 

 

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WRITTEN BY MY SON AND i ON HEARING OF THE FIRST SHOOTING IN COLORADO.

i REPOST IT AGAIN WITH NEW PICTURES AND PRAYERS FOR AURORA COLORADO SHOOTING OF JULY 20, 2012.

 

What is happening to our youth? I blame no one…and yet I blame everyone.

I blame myself for not still teaching at juvenile hall…i blame myself for not teaching Sunday school as much as i should…I blame the health institutions and insurance companies..for cutting off the financial support to the mentally ill, i blame the government for cutting back on high school phychotherapists..who are the eyes and ears for the parents of emotionally troubled youth. I blame parents for not dialoging their kids enough…for not getting to know and understand their adolescents and teens. I blame them for giving up on their kids and thinking they are 13 or fourteen now and now they are done..i blame them for dumping so much on the grandparents for the raising of their kids..and turning around and not supporting them and their "old fashiioned ideas." i blame parents for enabling their kids..for buying them violent bloody video games…i blame them for not monitoring the tv and their kids friendships and they places they hang out.  I blame them for spoiling their kids based on the old addage that iam going to give them everything i never had…

Gosh who ever said that was a good idea…

Instead parents give them what you should have had…like more of a work ethic…to get used to getting their hands dirty in the garden…on repairing the car…on fixing things around the house…about taking out the trash and keeping their room clean..for darn sake! 

Don't get me started…i love you guys..but WAKE UP AND FACE TO FACE YOUR CHILD AND ASK…WITHOUT CONTROLLING CONVERSATION…REALLY HONEY….HOW ARE YOU…? AND JUST LISTEN FOR AN HOUR WITHOUT JUDGEMENT OR CRITICISM.

IF YOU CAN'T THEN WE ARE ALL RUINED…THIS TYPE OF VIOLENCE WILL INCREASE..AND FOR GOODNESS SAKE SHOW THEM REAL MOVIES…WITH REAL CIRCUMSTANCES…WATCH THE FILM FESTIVAL AWARDED MOVIES..WITH THEM AND OLD MOVIES WITH MORALS..AND BOOKS WITH INTEGRITY AND GOODNESS AND MORAL FIBRE…

i LOVE YOU…

IAM PRAYING THAT THIS CHILD THAT GREW UP TO BE A MURDER… WILL BE A POSTERBOY FOR TODAYS GENERATION'S DIRECTION…LIVING A LIFE OF FANTASY..THAT IF YOU SHOOT SOMEONE ON A VIDEO…THEY DON'T REALLY DIE…CAUSE AFTER ALL PEOPLE ARE NOT REAL THEY RE ONLY IN YOUR MIND.AND ITS THERE THAT THE KIDS FEEL IN CONTROL! BUT WHAT KIND OF CONTROL? A DARK AND SINISTER KIND…A KIND OF BEAST WITH ABSOLUTE POWER AND ABSOLUTELY NO LOVE AND HUMAN KINDNESS.

LOVE,

MAMAMIALOVE