In these times of the coronavirus, it is difficult to keep the mind settled and occupied. If one has developed a habit of prayer, that is a good destination, and if one has developed Western meditation (prayer), it may be more effective than concentrating on the word “ohm.”

The mind vaults to the higher planes, given the environment, so this must be done slowly under calming conditions and an assurance of possible success. Such circumstances need to be sought, and are usually found in the physical environment.

Previous generations have also undergone plagues, and have come through them the better for it. Let’s do the same.

You think the Swiss Guard are in the Vatican for show, for old time’s sake? You think the Germans kept out of Switzerland because it was a banking center, a trade partner? The Germans were not dummies. The Swiss have had a reputation (and the Alps) since Caesar said the Helvetians (A Celtic tribe living in the Aar River Valley) were “the bravest and fiercest of the Gauls.” Their mercenaries were prized through the centuries (Louis XVI’s Swiss Guard died almost to a man defending him) until they were forbidden, except in the Vatican.

Yes, humankind learns (sometimes it takes centuries). Switzerland stayed neutral during World War II, and managed to save 20,000 Jews, Allied airmen, plus other refugees until they got nervous and closed their borders–shame on them. But peace has a price, as Americans well know.

Quantum mechanics (QM) has matured during these last ten years, and you haven’t learned, even that I am trying to teach you something. Of course, I sometimes draw the wrong conclusion, and maybe I did it again as I did with the double-slit experiment. But they now know some things don’t happen unless there’s a human observer.

Can you imagine, humans are part of creation and some of those bullocks won’t acknowledge a Creator? I know, you’re going to say it was chance. Well, QM says I, a human observer, am going to see you believe. It’s just fate. (No, call it providence.)

QM also says there are some things beyond the Laws of Nature that we know. Be something beyond what I know.

We lived at 111-45 76th Drive, off Queens Blvd., on the sixth floor, during those early years. My brothers and I played tag in the paved courtyards of the building. Elevator buttons were something new, and a delight. We occasionally met a man called the superintendent by my parents, who both spoke English with him. We had not yet met our American friends. Patrick later introduced me to the New York Giants team, which he followed in a composition book (later the Giants moved to the West Coast).

One evening, at the supper table, I told my father I had learned a new word of English from the superintendent (I was learning it all over again in 1942).

“Fine,” he replied in Swiss-German. “What is it?”

“Gedaddahere,” I replied.

Fatima is in Portugal, whence I departed in 1942 to come to the beleagured U.S. I say beleagured, because one of my early memories of Forest Hills, New York, was of a tremendous heap of scrap metal collected in our school yard to aid our soldiers overseas. Three of us, my brothers and me, little knew that at Fatima, twenty-five years earlier, three children no older than we, had predicted World War II.

I love those children, Lucia, Jacinta and Francisco. They endured so much to bring us a message from a Lady they had never met. And it was a beautiful, beneficial message for a world suffering from both national and communist socialism. My two brothers and I grew up where we could practice our religion, and I had three children of my own to teach the great lessons of Western Civilization.

But the Fatima children will live in my heart forever (as of course will my own). The mayor who imprisoned them wanted to boil them in oil. That’s what he told them.