eastwind memoirs08 Jul 2017 10:14 pm


Based on a True Story of Adventure
eastwind memoirs 7b
By Bernie V. Lopez, eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
This is an excerpt from the book WINGS AND WANDERLUST on the adventures of a Filipino drifter, covering 25,000 kilometers through 18 European and North African countries for three years. The book is more than a travelogue. It goes deeper into the art of discovering one’s inner self, appropriate for those who are searching for themselves or a career or meaning in their lives.
do not look for happiness
happiness is elusive
do not flee from pain
pain is inevitable
rather seek love, for in love
happiness is assured
and pain is bearable
After two days across the Sahara, I took a boat to Las Palmas in the Canary Islands, with a dozen other backpackers. In Las Palmas, we freaks mingled with Northerners fleeing the harsh European winter – affluent Germans, Finns, Swedes. The wild days in Las Palmas were a walk on razor’s edge, which is a story I will defer for now. For I was exacting every drop of pleasure in my despair for meaning, but it just did not work. I decided to move on. I longed for a quiet place. I heard about drifters living in caves in another island called Lanzarote. That was my target.
Hitching had a way of destroying plans. On my way to Lanzarote, I ended up in a place whose name I have forgotten, a plush tourist beach with a tall five-star hotel reaching for the sky. I waited at the edge of the beach until all the tourists had retired to their hotel rooms. At dusk, the beach was empty. The place was all mine. I sneaked in. 
Serendipity had a way of catching up with a drifter like me. From up above the clouds, I was not aware that a damsel in distress was watching all my moves. Olga (not her real name), a Swede, was watching me from her hotel suite in the dying twilight. She watched how I eluded the big tractor cleaning up the beach. She watched me go inside one of the beach sheds, which had a roof and a wall only on one side. No need to pitch my tent.
I went through the backpacker’s ‘bedroom ritual’. I lit up a candle and put an improvised paper wind-breaker. Candles are always better than flashlights, if you can conquer the wind. I laid out the plastic sheet. I did not unpack the foam as the sand was much softer. Then I set my sleeping bag that could stand arctic snow. I set my portable gas burner against the wall and used a cardboard as a wind breaker. I warmed some milk, and sipped it as I sat down on the sleeping bag, drinking in the cool quiet evening and the sound of rhythmic waves.
From Olga’s view, I was the size of an ant, but she could see every­thing in detail as a nearby lamp post illuminated me. As I wiggled into my backpack to sleep, like an angel, Olga descended upon me from the heavens. She startled me at first. I thought she was the hotel security. I wiggled out of my sleeping bag. Her hair was as golden as the dying sunset, her smile as wide as the beach. I was enthralled. 
OLGA – Hello.
ME – Hi.
OLGA – I was watching you from up there (she pointed to the tall hotel). I saw you make coffee.
ME – Hot milk.
OLGA – Oh, okay, hot milk. I saw you make your bed. I envy you.
ME – Why?
OLGA – You don’t even have a hotel. Life is so much simpler for some. For me, it is so complicated.
ME – Why?
OLGA – Well, I had to arrange for my trip, get reservations, fly a stupid plane (There was anger in her voice). Then my friend backed out. I didn’t want to go alone. But what would I do in my scheduled vacation? So here I am, totally depressed.
ME – Pack your sadness away, my dear. Your in paradise. What do you have there?
OLGA – Oh this. (Raising a paper bag.) My companion Johnny.
ME – Johnny?
OLGA – Walker.
ME – (Trying to hide my excitement). Oh. Please introduce me.
OLGA – (Laughing aloud and showing her inner self). Do you think milk would go with Johnny.
ME – Shhh, not so loud. Without doubt. Like husband and wife.
She took out a hotel glass from one pocket of her jacket and another from the other pocket. From a small bag which she opened, came out ice cubes wrapped in a towel. The angel prepared five-star Scotch on the rocks. There we were, raising our glasses to the stratosphere. 
We compared notes. I talked about my adventures in Tetouan in Morocco, where I met a British guy who was raped. I warned him never to hitch in Morocco. He pooh-poohed my concern. I did not ran out of stories. She laughed and was totally fascinated.
She talked about Stockholm as one of the most expensive places on Earth. Her one month salary would probably pay for eight months of my travel. Lonely Swedish girls often picked up handsome Spanish guys, but not Olga. I could discern she was not like that.
ME – Let’s compare pains. You start.
OLGA – I am an executive secretary in a big firm in Stockholm.
ME – What firm?
OLGA – Is that important?
ME – I guess not. Is it a nice job?
OLGA – I get a high salary.
ME – You didn’t answer my question.
OLGA – I hate it, okay? I tried to kill myself three times, you know? (In a trembling voice). I am sorry I’m telling you all this. You must be tired and want to sleep.
ME – My turn. I was a computer consultant in New York. My salary was probably double of yours. But that’s not important. I had a protracted depression. I hated my job. New York was a spiritual desert. I felt absurd. So I came to Europe not for adventure but to run away from myself.
OLGA – How nice that you have your kitchen with you anytime.
ME – And my bedroom too.
We talked for about four hours. Johnny shrank and finally vanished. We were both whoozy. I was hoping the pink dawn would come. But it did not. Very gently, she placed her head on my shoulders and, without tears, unravelled a world so full of pain. I touched her golden hair which had the aroma of flowers. I could feel her chest trembling. 
OLGA – Can we pray for each other?
ME – Sure.
OLGA – In silence, please.
I thought in silence, “Dear Lord, take care of Olga and the thousands more like her, like me. We grope in the dark, but we know, no matter what, You are there, for all paths lead to You, the Light”. 
When we were exhausted from talk, she gave me a long lingering kiss and stood up and said goodbye. I thought we would end up in her plush bedroom or in my not-so-plush sleeping bag. But nothing like that happened. That would have been a bad ending for such an evening full of spiritual pain unraveled. It was good enough that it ended that way. I was alone to meet the dawn and she went back to her world. I felt very sad for her.
Why was there so much pain in affluence? It was the same in Amsterdam and Geneva and Copenhagen. I would meet so many people in pain. One would think such afflu­ence bred a paradise of comfort and luxury, but no. Under­neath the well-ordered cor­porate life, underneath the comfort and luxury, there was chaos of the spirit. So I was right about New York. And the pain back home in the Philippines was more physical poverty. The pain in the West was worse – spiritual poverty. 
Olga left as suddenly as she came. I was alone again but I could not sleep. My mind churned. Thoughts came like a tornado, whipping up a violent eastwind. I ended up sleeping for about two hours until the first pink light of dawn revealed a fantastic empty beach. I had to pack up because the children and security guards, the early birds, would come down soon. I hid my backpack in an inconspicuous place and took a walk. I ran fast in a sprint and fell on the sand after about a hundred meters. That felt good.
The sea was like a mirror, placid as my soul. Not a sound. No waves. I was happy that I was free, that I had wings like them, yet I was sad for Olga. A seagull hovered above me, gliding effortlessly, uttering a sound as if asking me how I was doing. I screamed at the seagull. I did not care if the guards heard me. 
ME – I’m fine. I’m fine. But I am so sad for Olga. How about you, Jonathan?
Three more seagulls joined Jonathan. They floated motionless in the winter wind just above me, listening to my screams, asking perhaps who this lunatic was. 
ME – Time to move on, guys. (They left instantly.) Lanzarote here I come.
It was always like that. When I felt sad, wings were the medicine for pain and loneliness. The next day I hitched to Lanzorate where I lived in a cave for a month, reading about Buddha and the Tibetan Book of the Dead. There were many caves and many of us freaks. But that’s another story. (Read that book excerpt – === ).
after a few months on the road
i discovered that
the key to discovering yourself
was not to look for enchanting places
but enchanting people
for people are mirrors
where you see yourself
in all your beauty and horror
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Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry25 Jun 2017 12:57 am

THE TYCOON AND THE BEGGAR * inspired by a true story

Inspired by a true story
By Bernie V. Lopez
I met Delfin the Tycoon in an art shop in Ermita. Comparing art notes, we instantly became friends and went to a coffee shop, where he told me the story of his life.
He stood 4 feet 4 inches, but was ironically known as the Golden Giant because he had made his pile from his tiny gold mine in a remote island off Palawan in the Philippines. He eventually catalyzed a gold rush never before seen in Palawan history. He later on moved to a small palace in Manila close to an office he rented, at the heart of the crowded Malate district.
Wealth had changed Delfin from being humble, kind and hard-working to being arrogant, vicious and greedy. He cheated even the poor of small amounts in spite of being so rich. It was an obsession to impose his arrogance on the world, vengeance against his former poverty. They say it is hard for a tycoon to go to heaven.
He walked every day 5 blocks, cut across a pedestrian overpass, to his lofty office across. On his first day to go to office, he was shocked to see an old man in his 70s on a dilapidated wheelchair on top of the overpass. He had an oversized half-torn umbrella tied to the wheel chair, and a large tin can on the ground where people could throw their coins. He stayed there the whole day from 7am to 5pm. It was his ‘office’.
He was snoring. Delfin woke up him and gave him a 20-peso bill. He looked at Delfin, annoyed for disturbing his sleep, took the money, threw it grudgingly into the can, and without saying a word, went back to sleep. When Delfin went home at 4 pm, the old man was still there snoring. He peered into the can and tried to lift it, guessing there were about 3 kilos of coins.
The old man haunted Delfin. From then on, every day, Delfin saw the old man, and threw a 100-peso bill into the can without waking him up. He was intrigued. It was an ingenious way to beg. He was a pro. He just slept the whole day off, cooled by the large umbrella, and went home with 3 kilos of coins – no muss, no fuss, the easy life. Delfin admired the guy. The old man melted his hardened heart.
Delfin wondered how the old man took the 40 steps to the top of the overpass. So one day, he left for office two hours early to see how he did it. He waited a good hour, and there he was, pushed on the wheelchair by a young teenage boy. The old man could hardly stand up. He took his cane and waited while the young man folded the wheelchair and carried it to the top. On his second trip, the young man brought up the large umbrella, and on his third, he assisted the old man to the top. When he was settled, Delfin talked to the young man.
DELFIN. Hey there. You’re the son of the old man, right? And your name is … ?
RENATO. Renato, sir. My dad gets depressed doing nothing at home. Here he is happy. We live together over there. (He points to a ghetto area nearby.)
DELFIN. He’s happy because he earns a little money, right?
RENATO. Not really. He doesn’t care about the money. He gives it to me every day and I add to our food expenses. He is happy because he is of some use and help to me, and he is no longer bored.
DELFIN. And what do you do for a living?
RENATO. I collect plastic bottles from the garbage bins, mostly from the big restaurants over there. (Pointing to where Delfin would normally take lunch.)
DELFIN. Is that enough to live on? Here, take this. (He hands a 100-peso bill.)
RENATO. Oh no, no. Dad told me never to accept big money, just coins. See you around. Bye.
The boy was gone in an instant. Delfin could not get over it. A beggar who refused big money –that made him think. After two months, the old man suddenly disappeared. Delfin waited 1 day, 2 days, 3 days, 1 week, nothing. For 3 weeks, he waited, worried sick. He was nowhere. Delfin had sleepless nights. He had to find the old man.
He went to the ghetto area and asked around. Finally, he found their empty home after walking a muddy maze of crowded shanties. Delfin had never been inside a ghetto before. It was hardly a home. A flight up a steep staircase so narrow, he had to go up sideways. Their room was dark, 2 by 1.5 meters, enough for a plyboard for a bed father and son shared plus walking space of half meter. No pillows, no blankets, no cushion, no windows, no door. Dirty clothes hang on nails all around. The stench was terrible. Then did Delfin understand the violence of poverty
Neighbors said the old man and the boy had disappeared for more than a week. Delfin went into a protracted depression. Then one day, Delfin’s heart jumped. There he was again under his umbrella. In his excitement, he almost stumbled. He woke up the old man.
DELFIN. Hello. (The old man put a hand to his ear.) (Delfin screamed.) Hello.
No answer, just a smile. Delfin noticed that his feet were swollen. He knew instantly it was a heart condition. He saw the left hand limp on his lap. A stroke, definitely.
DELFIN. (Screaming three times.) I want to bring you to the hospital.
The old man just smiled and brushed him away. Delfin was helpless. He was in tears. After another month, the old man was gone for good. There was a change in Delfin. He was now kind and humble and gentle. He talked to the sidewalk vendors and bought their fruit although they would rot on his dinner table uneaten. He stopped cheating people and started giving to them instead. Once, it was his turn to be cheated of millions in a big business deal. He just remembered the smile of the old man and brushed away the thought. The Lord said He gave us the poor to enrich our souls. How true it was for Delfin. Bernie V. Lopez eastwindreplyctr@gmail.com
Send to Friends -
you may not know who I am
but you can find Me
in the eyes of the poor
in the words not of orators
but of the mute
I am not so much in churches
but more in ghettos
please take care of Me
and I will take care of you
giving is not an option
it is an obligation
Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry22 Jun 2017 01:22 am

healing preparations-schedules-directions MOTHER IGNACIA HEALING MINISTRY

Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry
Sister Raquel – Sister Gloria
Send this document to friends – http://www.sisterraquel.com/2017/06/healing-prep
when you cross turbulent waters I shall be with you
in the wild rivers you shall not drown
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned
no flames shall consume you as I am with you always
for I am the Lord your God your Saviour the Holy One
for you are precious and glorious in My eyes and I love you


Isaiah 43:2-8


  • Spiritual healing precedes physical healing. You must first forgive those who have done you wrong before you can be healed. You must also ask for forgiveness from those whom you have wronged. Be sorry for past sins that have offended His Sacred Heart.
  • Resolve to live a new life in Jesus, to be close to Him and to pray regularly to him, even when you are already healed.
  • Resolve to be gentle to yourself and others. Do not shout or maltreat at maids. Resolve to control your temper. Resolve to change your sinful ways.
  • Pray hard and meditate daily before visiting the healing center. Go to mass and receive Holy Communion.
  • Talk to Jesus casually and ask for healing. Ask and you shall receive. He is beside you when you talk to Him. His hand is on your shoulder. Invoke the intercession of Mother Mary and Mother Ignacia, founder of sister’s order RVM.
  • Do not just give alms to the poor. Give your time. Learn to dialogue with them.
  • Relationships are the single greatest spiritual problem worldwide and the single greatest cause of inner turmoil and depression.
People who are healed speak of the dramatic change in their lives, becoming more patient, more generous, less prone to anger, acquiring goodwill for irritating people, more time for prayer, and acquiring INNER PEACE due to spiritual transformation or cleansing.


To understand the essence of your healing. (More healing stories from an e-book, that you can download for free. English version healing-stories-of-sister-raquel. Pilipino version mga-kuwento-ni-sr-raquel-tungkol-sa-mga-ginamot-ni doktor-Hesus


by Sister Raquel Reodica, RVM


During the few years of my ministry as an instrument of Jesus for healing, I began to realize that, aside from physical poisons and genetic defects that cause diseases and physical and mental discomforts, there are also social and psychological poisons in our own homes and in society that pre-dispose us to illnesses by creating certain attitudes and feelings within us.


Heart disease, suicide, mental illness, or cancer can be correlated to psychological factors. We can even be disposed to accidents psychologically. Almost all, if not all sicknesses and bodily discomforts have psychological antecedents. LIFE PATTERNS and ATTITUDES can predispose us to various types of diseases. Some doctors I have met say many of them are now beginning to regard the emotional realities in the lives of their patients. They begin to look beyond the question of chemical poisons and consider the possibility of PSYCHOLOGICAL POISONS. To go against lifelong emotional habits can be extremely difficult for most people. This is an advice that we have to give to the sick:


THE BLIND FARMER – healing story no. 1 (optional reading)
Reprinted from the Philippine Daily Inquirer


the Father has blinded their eyes
and hardened their hearts
so that they may see and be converted
and turn to Him for healing
John 12:39-40


            On January 4, 2001, an 80-year-old farmer came to Sister Raquel at the Mother Ignacia Retreat House in Novaliches, seeking help. He had advanced cataract in both eyes and was almost completely blind, seeing every­thing as a total blur.
            He had heard about Sister Raquel from other people who had gone to her after reading an article from the Inquirer (featured here). He was determined to see her even though the trip would be an ordeal. He came from a remote village somewhere in Bulacan. He asked his teenage grand-daughter to accom­pany him.
            When he arrived, Sister Raquel asked him to pray aloud for God’s blessing. His prayer went something like this, “Lord, I am a very poor man and I cannot afford an operation of my cataract. So please heal my eyes and do it right away because I cannot afford to come back and see Sister Raquel again. Sure­ly, if you could heal many cancer patients, a simple cataract will be easy for you. So I ask you to please remove the pain and the itch in my eyes as I cannot bear it any longer. That is all. Amen.”
            Sister Raquel chided him, saying, “Why don’t you ask Him to restore your eyesight, not just remove the itch.”
            The old farmer replied, “Yes, you are right. Lord, if You can, please restore my eyesight.”
            Sister Raquel put her hand over the old man’s eyes and prayed for the Lord to restore his eyesight. Instantly, the pain and the itch were gone. Tears flowed profusely from the old man’s eyes. His granddaughter also started to weep. For him, it was the kindness of the Lord that moved him. He wiped off the tears of joy but he could not help but cry some more. More tears flowed.
            Sister Raquel placed her hands once more over his eyes and told him to pray again, this time silently.
            When Sister Raquel removed her hands, the old man opened his teary eyes and said, “Bless the Lord. Sister, your garden is so beautiful. It is only now I realize that the sky is so blue. How green is the grass under the sunlight. And the flowers are so nice.”
            Even Sister Raquel was surprised by the sudden healing. Sister Raquel recounts how the blur of his pupils vanished instantly. It was washed away by his tears of joy. The Lord is good to this poor humble old farmer because his prayer was very simple and his faith was very strong.


‘I’D RATHER DIE THAN’ – healing story no. 2 (optional reading)
forgiveness heals
hatred consumes
            ‘I’d rather die than for­give.’ This was said by Rica (not her real name) who had a fourth degree cancer of the breast which was starting to spread through her body. She had read in the newspapers about a healer who was reputed to have healed all types of terminal diseases like lupus and cancer. She decided to visit Sister Raquel.
            She was so confident Sister Raquel could heal her. She had a strong faith, was very religious, went to mass often, and prayed a lot. But after the first visit, nothing happened. She called up Sister and complained that her sick­ness was becoming worse.
            Sister Raquel said that the prerequisite for healing was peace of the soul. And peace of the soul meant forgiveness. Sister Raquel felt that this was the problem. She asked if something was bothering her. She replied quickly that her husband committed the gravest sin against her and she hated him so much.
            “You must forgive him if you want to be healed,” Sister Raquel said.
            Spontaneously, Rica replied, “I’d rather die than forgive him.”
            That was how intense her hatred was for her husband. And so Rica left in tears because she could not forgive her husband. It must have been a heinous crime, that she could not forgive her husband.
            After a month, she called up Sister Raquel to tell her the cancer was now spreading to her liver and spine and brain. She wept as she was dying because she could not forgive. But her hatred overpowered her fear of death.
            Two months passed. Sister Raquel got a sudden call from Rica. She said that after all these months, she had finally learned to forgive her husband. She said she was ready for heal­ing.
            And so Rica went to Sister Raquel who prayed over her. It was like her first communion. When she was healed instantly, silent tears flowed. Sud­denly, the cancer was small and contained. In a few months, it was gone totally. Forgiveness heals. Forgiveness heals the soul, then, it also heals the body. To forgive is so powerful and all encompassing, yet it can be the hardest thing in the world to do.


Sister Raquel Schedule – Saturdays, starts with mass at 1:30 pm
Sister Gloria Schedule – Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays, 9:30 am, mass at 11 am, healing continues after lunch.



Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry,
857 Bagumbong Road, Novaliches,
Caloocan City 1400, Metro-Manila, Philippines


If you get lost, ask around for the


Give the driver the above address, or use WAYZ on your Android cellphone in your own car.
Option 1 – via EDSA clover leaf.
Go to EDSA CLOVER LEAF towards NORTH DIVERSION EXPRESSWAY. Turn right to QUIRINO HIGHWAY before the expressway toll which goes to NOVALICHES. (continue at ** below).
Option 2 – via Mindanao Ave. and SM North.
From EDSA, coming from CUBAO, turn right on NORTH AVENUE at the SM North Mall. Turn left at the first traffic light on MINDANAO AVENUE. Go all the way to a busy traffic light after about four kilometers, turn right on QUIRINO HIGHWAY which goes to NOVALICHES. (continue at ** below).


** (continue here)
Stick to QUIRINO HIGHWAY until you reach the center of Novaliches. You are at the center when there is an island separating the street and traffic is heavy. At the center, Quirino Highway turns to the right at the traffic light. Do not turn right. There is a MacDonald at the very front. Don’t get confused. There are many MacDonalds before reaching the center but they are to the left or right. Take the small narrow street straight ahead, beside MacDonald called SUSANO ROAD. After one kilometer, the road forks BEFORE a Caltex station. Take the left to DEPARO ROAD, which zigzags for about five kilometers. When you start seeing rice fields instead of houses, you are at the edge of Novaliches. At a tricycle station with a small sign ‘Villa Luisa’, turn left on BAGUMBONG ROAD. After 200 meters, on the left side, there is a small sign of MOTHER IGNACIA HEALING CENTER, no. 857 Bagumbong Road.


Option 4 – via Fairview.
From FAIRVIEW, turn left on QUIRINO HIGHWAY one or two blocks before the SM Mall, which is on the left side. Turn right on SABARTE ROAD after 2 to 3 blocks (there is a 7- 11 convenient store and Little Caesar at this corner.) Go straight until another 7-11 which is on the right side. Here, turn left on CAMARIN ROAD. Go straight until the Caltex station, which on the right side. Make a right at the Caltex Station to DEPARO ROAD, which zigzags for about five kilometers. When you start seeing rice fields instead of houses, you are at the edge of NOVALICHES. At a tricycle station with a small sign ‘Villa Luisa’, turn left on BAGUMBONG ROAD. After 200 meters, on the left side, there is a small sign of MOTHER IGNACIA HEALING CENTER, no. 857 Bagumbong Road.
At EDSA, take the bus with signboard ‘NOVALICHES C-5’ going NORTH towards Caloocan. Be sure to take it before or at the SM North Mall because the bus will turn right from EDSA soon. If you are beyond this turning point, you will miss the bus. Tell the conductor to let you down at the center of NOVALICHES (Bayan). When you get down, it will be along the main QUIRINO HIGHWAY. Ask around for the JEEPNEY TERMINAL WITH SIGNBOARD ‘BAGUMBONG’. It is along SUSANO ROAD, a small street beside MacDonald’s. The jeepney terminal is on the left side as you walk from Quirino Highway. It is inside a vacant lot and not so obvious from the road. Take the jeepney with signboard ‘Bagumbong Dulo’ or ‘Bagumbong’. Tell the driver to stop at the MOTHER IGNACIA HEALING CENTER, no. 857 Bagumbong Road. As mentioned,  ask around. Many people, know where the healing center is.


eastwind journals08 May 2017 08:05 pm



  1. If you need prayers, send your prayer request to sr.raquel.rvm@gmail.com.
  2. By sending a prayer request, you are now automatically a Prayer Warrior, so you can also pray for others. You will receive this bulletin regularly.
  3. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED, click “UNSUBSCRIBE” at the bottom or send email.
  4. Subject /title should be “Prayer Request”.
  5. Send requests only once; no duplicate requests please.
  6. Too-frequent requests are blocked, give a chance to others; max – 2 requests a week.
  7. SEND PRAYER REQUESTS ONLY, no promos, no sermons, no links to other websites.
  8. Better in English, we have non-Filipino Prayer Warriors. But Filipino is accepted.
  9. Make your request short. Requests are cut off automatically beyond 200 characters-spaces or two lines using this font (Calibri size 11 not bold).
  10. How to shorten –
    1. Begin with “Please pray for”; don’t give greetings anymore.
    2. Don’t give elaborate stories, split your request into two requests if needed,
    3. Even if your request is cut short, the Lord knows your prayer.
Send email to sr.raquel.rvm@gmail.com

Praying for others is praying for yourself ten times. Prayer Warriors receive grace for future crisis, and are sanctified and inspired by knowing they pray for people with extreme suffering. As Prayer Warriors, you become an integral part of the Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry.

Guidelines for Mother Ignacia Prayer Warriors –

  1. You will receive prayer requests by email in batches once every 1 to 3 weeks.
  2. Reading a prayer request is itself a form of prayer and meditation. You can say a prayer after reading all requests, or simply say after each request “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus”.
  3. Pray also for fellow Prayer Warriors.

How we handle Prayer Requests –

  1. EACH PRAYER REQUEST IS READ by our thousands of Prayer Warriors worldwide.
  2. All prayer requests are printed and read and offered during Holy Masses at the Mother Ignacia Healing Center in Novaliches. For inquiries on healing schedules, email sr.raquel.rvm@gmail.com.
  3. We do not edit grammar, or show email addresses, or make automatic responses.
  4. If you have been healed, email us your story to inspire others, no length limitation.
Bernie V. Lopez, email manager
Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry


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