November 19, 2024 Monthly date anniversary of St Joseph.
revised 11/21 11/26
It’s fascinating how modern Americans and wide worlders, make assumptions and judgements based on first sightings; and often, what someone wears can give others an idea and help open a discussion of life and death. Trying to “perfect” my imperfect prolife work, I tried a different outfit/costume.
After a mild heart attack on St Michaels feast day Sept 29th, I got back to business a few Saturdays later.
Since I believe roses have the power to facilitate change in women facing horrible as well as good decisions, I tried Amazon scrubs and
a stethoscope at the Planned Parenthood hellhole on Tustin at the 22 fwy one November weekend.
…And will continue to do so when privileged to stand up for women being exploited to kill off the next generation. After all, this dying world is well below replacement level, with birthrates so low 50 countries face extinction within a generation.
Importing 20 million illegal border crashers, walking the river or flying in from abroad by Mayorcasitis, doesn’t solve the problem; it just moves existing humans around; whether they are hard workers, sleeper cell terrorists or gangbangers, peaceful, the fate of the human race remains the same: perilous. Ask Linken Riley’s family if they prefer a predator illegal Venezuelan gangster chasing down someone else’s daughter
At Planned Parenthood, often, maybe half the drivers of cars carrying victimized women (girls and moms) stop their car to get a rose and information sheet; that Saturday, dressed for med success, over an hour time period, 6 of 7 cars with “patients” stopped and talked and took information with the free rose I handed them.
Meanwhile, another young lady walked over to talk about her “friend”.who just found out she was pregnant to discuss; I gave her two roses, one for her and the other for her confused friend with information to keep her child.
Apparently, ladies will stop for fake doctors holding out a rose; at least unlike the fake doctor impersonators inside the kill mill, I have never killed a preborn baby ready to see daylight. Hopefully, neither have you! In fact, I have never got a two or threefer, killing twins AND the mom.
Some good news, tho California is still counting manufactured votes and Pennsylvania tabulating illegals’ illegal ballots, Americans just voted out the abortophiliac lady from hell (please pray for Kamala and ex PP prez Cecile Richards whose at death’s door: no one needs hell 4ever!) whose every other word was abortion disguised of course like “reproductive” rights, female right2choose (I guess gender only matters when killing a living kid) and other deceitful monikers.
Prolife Catholics and other lovers of life: it’s critical time we “improve our serve”; it’s great we have sidewalk prayer warriors, and every lady deserves a rose every day, a cure for much in the USA, praying hard. But let’s help the percentage of “saves” increase as much as possible. EVERY life is precious and every aborted future kinder is a tragedy. Frankly, the ONLY way to reverse the no child left inside, depopulation loons is having kids (sometimes called ‘foetus’ Latin for “living thing”) by any name. ONE by ONE!
But, we MUST use Christlike eyes to assess each situation at the kill mills, in every city across this blessed land. Change tactics by self-assessment and dialoguing with other sidewalk soldiers of love.
Don’t WASTE opportunities to one on one a woman facing the worst decision of her life. Not all kill mills have easy access, especially with hell’s favorite kill law, the FACES act. Richard Houk, ladies Lauren and Joan can testify on this. From INSIDE and OUTSIDE prison.
Become fearless and bold now that the weather vane has shifted 180 degrees, at least for the next two to four; maybe 12 years. The Dept. of INJustice could be remedied.
Yet, our friends, St Joan and Lauren Handy remain in prison for giving women roses, a practice I’ve practiced for decades for good reasons. NOT to improve garden nursery bottom lines, at least the flower kind. But for the more complex sex to understand how special she is.
Hopefully, Lauren, whom I worked with at a Survivors training camp, won’t serve all 60 months in Tallahassee fed lock up for rose giving. She converted to Catholicism shortly after that camp and continues to be bold and fearless in defending women and their at risk kids; she discovered over 100 dead kids at a garbage dump because she’s as much walk as talk, arranged for their sanctified dignified burial. Aren’t we soooo good at the talk, people, bishops, priests and lay? the WALK so often, not so much
Irony of irony, the closest I have come to being arrested was not outside a PP kill mill, though the fake doctor “med” director routinely bothers Orange police with their ankle biter claims prolifers are evil. They lie like a blood soaked shag rug drenched in fetal fluids on their reproductive operations floor.
No, it was at an excellent Catholic event summer of 2024. it was one Friday July 19th, four months ago to the day of this writing, when the National Eucharistic Congress leadership requested me be kicked out by the Lucas Oil Stadium football bouncers as if I was a third quarter drunk. Well, every week but week 14 of course.
My evil crime? I gave a bunch of ruby red roses to a pro life colleague Lila Rose the night before, that a staffer picked up within 10 seconds. That’s right up there with robbery and extortion, I guess. A woman getting a thorny rose?
Apparently the high tech super advanced facial recognition, person of interest, eagle eyed security hard&software of Bishop Cozzens and Jason Shanks saw the rose toss; imagine giving roses to a Rose!.
More to the story: but giving a grieving armless guitarist saint in the making, my friend and brother Tony Melendez, a permitted hug the Friday following, for 17 seconds was the “last straw” apparently to the “holier than thou” well choreographed leadership in Indianapolis. Wedding planners make great organizers, but sometimes all the details need to be worked out before prime time…
Once I got back to my end zone seat, within minutes I was perp walked to their security room. I won’t bother you with the 17 minute audio recording I happen to have, due to the “surprise”, but the interrogation commenced with “What were you thinking, partner?”
Billy stumped me because I didn’t bring my copy of “1984”; his stern comment was a little mystifying:
“If we hadn’t given you permission (to hug Tony), we would have tackled you on stage…”
Read that three times while rubbing your tummy and patting your head simultaneously. Maybe I needed
to read the minds hidden in the control booth somewhere in the Colts stadium? But I’m no prophet nor the son of a prophet; and unlike Cupertino Joe I don’t fly nor bi-locate like Zaragoza’s Our Lady of Pilar or St Padre Pio. Just your typical 72 yr old.
If the NEC staffer at the steps said “No!”, I would have returned to my seat with Mary after telling the Sisters of Charity I’d give Tony a hug, it was a ‘no go’!
Billy and Jason: If NEC hadn’t said it was ok to take 17 seconds, answer Tony’s “I can’t hug you” with a hug, 20 appropriate words and an invitation to the 30K to applaud, we would send our goons to take you down; thankfully, they didn’t because my ‘widowmaker’ left aortic blockage heart attack was operational at the ready but did not lead to death or at least hospital time in Indianapolis for this 72 year old faithful Catholic stemming from a Catholic conference. Why? they didn’t practice football scrimmages on stage.
I have yet to get a phone call, even an email, from someone at NEC, so busy with nine years out’s 2033 events; I did get a package labeled “undeliverable” five weeks after mailing it august 27th.
I have tried four times over four months (nothing from Cozzens’ crew etc.) to get the resulting interrogation copy promised by the NEC top brass through their site security manager (identified to me as the “chief of police”) Billy Ingalls; zip zero nada response by all levels, except a kind notice from Bishop Tim Freyer when I debriefed my thoughts on next NEC’s registration policies including an Ambassador of the Ailing, to help the disabled, wheelchaired, walkered blind class as a priority. You see, I was not angry since I am used to irregularities sometimes like this; just and still mystified it takes now 4 months to keep their promise.
I personally believe the NEC is part, but not the whole driver, of the new Renaissance of the Father’s Love for His Eucharistic Son. This re-discovery is so needed, after years of “unforced errors”, our responses to the Mao Tse Xi’s and Dr Pfaucinstein’s takedown of our American religious freedoms. That rediscovery when 71% of Catholics don’t believe in Jesus’ real presence in the Center of our World, the Center of our Worship is coming. The Father signaled this understanding of His Son’s future real presence in the Eucharist in Isaiah 19 and a monument 4600 years ago.
In that, the NEC excelled in lighting fires under 68,000 engaged faithful. But, fingering without explanation,
threatening with arrest a full price ticket paying California dad of 11, 22 grandkids, lifelong Catholic former staffer over 3 decades as youth director, DRE, FFDir etc at 3 parishes including Holy Family Cathedral; a Catholic apologist and published author who hates evil, especially killing innocent kids at kid kill mills to the tune of 20% of the actual US population, well over 60 million… so far.
Well, at least the half I witnessed with my beautiful wife and stepmom, Mary before banishment, was excellent; I could have made a “scene” with the football cops, but I expected an NEC staffer to hear “my side” of the rest of the story, but nothing, no one 
came. Repeated emails to Sarah Houde went unanswered; even my package to the security chief of chiefs, NECs Steve Garcia was returned undeliverable. It’s almost as if, once the NEC closed up shop, no one available to do the work, keep the promises made by them during July. It’s as if they don’t exist but to sell “merch” for the next NEC and sell out the leftovers from Lucas Oil stadium and exhibit center.
I did not fear jail time, but where was my Church? The threat to arrest me for trespass was real IF I didn’t let them march me out to the curb. Being banned from the city of Indiana through sunday night meant no more worship time, daily Mass, Relevant Family Rosaries, the Eucharist procession, even visit with 20 or more colleagues from decades of involvement with fellow Catholics.
I complied thinking there was at least one mature member of the NEC leadership who could be counted on to make this right, make contact and save the last two days for two California travelers. Tony was mystified when he texted me later that Friday but I didn’t tell him at the time my “treatment”.
Lila Rose never got her roses, which I found out at a pro life rally at the kill mill on Tustin at 22fwy Orange when I asked her; she said “Len, I didn’t get them”. Thankfully, I had two roses left after giving the others out to the 200+ warriors; I gave her one, but it wasn’t the same as the bunch from July 18.
Those 11 had a note, basically from her awesome husband, Joe, stating this was my third and last rose gift to this great Catholic pro life leader, now a devoted mom.
As history unfolded, this was the day before my mild St Michael’s feast day heart attack, which I saw as a blessing because it didn’t happen on Christmas day; my 11 kids found out their mom Donna, one Christmas day 2010, had fourth stage cancer, so it leaves a bad taste in some of their hearts; last thing they needed is their dad to have a medical emergency on Jesus’ birthday again, to remind them of their birth mom’s illness.
Also, I thought, the untimely attack wouldn’t have happened three days later, on Dec 28th, as my mariposa #10Faustina was marrying an amazing #1 son Elijah said their Catholic wedding vows on that prolific prolife remembrance day, Dec 28th known as Holy Innocents. What a glorious day this should be! But if Bishop Cozzens’ security goons had put me in
the hospital or triggered the previously unknown heart attack, Faustina would still have her stepmom Mary to walk her down the St John the Baptist Catholic Church aisle on the date proximate to Elijah’s mom’s grandparents, 50th anniversary. Birth mom, birth dad gone.
Truthfully, I seek not victimhood just justice and acknowledgement there is at least one honorable leader in the NEC neo-canonical movement. The world is centered on Jesus OF the Eucharist, not them but great good came out of 200 bishops, thousands of priests and 68,000 participants (minus two half timers). I finally did give Fr Mike Schmidt a $2 bill, thanking him at the LA prayer breakfast for his efforts, when I finally could meet him. Man, he talks fast and yes Trent ‘death cookie’ Horn, his cheekbones are distinct!
Yet, I am still missing the promised interrogation record since I do don another costume at year’s end, where security and safe environs review is mandatory: St Nicholaus of Myra turkey, the 4th century bishop. Santa must be clean.
If Indianapolis police filed a trespass report requested by the NEC for hugging a friend, permission granted, and tossing roses to a great Rose named Lila, stolen roses thrown out apparently, I need to know.
I respect law enforcement, but don’t carry a paperback “1984”the goons didn’t tackle me yet they interrogated claiming NEC ‘wanted me gone’. 17 seconds hug. 17 seconds of ministering to pregnant women exiting planned parenthood’s key kill mill in the county of Orange. Both have/had import.
Thank you for reading, Bishops, Priests, friends, family, lay people and evil ones. Improving our serve is something we MUST stay attuned to doing. Each kill mill has different access characteristics; 40Days4Life prayer warriors are important but we MUST not neglect the critical 17 seconds of life and death, one on one with the victim’s mother, whether she aborted or just got an ultrasound. I will continue, maybe use steth and scrubs in the future, to get those precious 17 seconds at the driveway BUT on the sidewalk ribbon, with women being lied to and their lifeblood being ripped from their wombs and often, losing their very life. These type c males are assholes for NOT protecting the lady they donated sperm to, and just maybe, manhood IS returning to America post Nov 5.
Maybe you have, but I have yet to see a “reproductive” walking the streets defending its “rights” so maybe the Obamakamalacabal will be held at bay for a couple, maybe 4 could be 12 years as America has a re-awakening in parallel with the Renaissance of the Real Presence begun in Bethlehem, the House of Bread, 2600 years after the Father installed Giza, the Border Fire in the Middle sacramental portraying Holy Family travel plans to Cairo/Zeitoun.
I recall a frightened young woman one Saturday Alice’s response to a free PP kill mill rose, when providentially this time I had
more than the 17 seconds of time to witness and help with hope because the security guard was busy elsewhere.
She showed me the ultrasound pics, and her short comment was: “I don’t want to hurt my baby”. Her boyfriend driver had stopped and I told her simply thru the opened window: “You don’t. and you don’t have to come back to this hellhole.”
She gratefully accepted the rose and the information sheet where she could get free services to keep her child; that “info sheet” is like a ransom note… she doesn’t have to treat her future child as a hostage, a slave or a disposable organ donation of a living, breathing prebirth child.
Alice had the child, 7 1/2months later and is living in a different state. We don’t ‘save’ the babies, God does thru the inspiration of the Holy Spirit.
We are mere vessels, instruments delivering the message. The more we improve our serve, remain agile in seeing the import of having trained (everyone can be trained) sidewalk counselors near the crisis/focus points where 17 seconds IS the diff between life and death, the sidewalk prayer warriors can do their thing.
But saving lives at kill mills, is no different than a 2 year old kid falling into the pool. You don’t just stand there and pray “God, please save my baby from drowning” or “saveTHISbaby from death”. You jump in fully clothed and rescue the child. I did this once wearing my suit, pager and cell in the pockets, for my very young Rose Angel and all of us can do it today at your local PP kill mill nationwide. Maximize doing the right thing to stop hell from stealing yet another baby, just because she or he is not baptized yet and swimming inside mom.
Portraying a fake doctor seemed to work; but maybe it’s not for every kill mill; if you do always remember you will NOT kill as many babies as the other fake doctors inside do with chemicals or Currettes: both are lethal tools of Satan.
A Butterfly between two Kings
Now a choice: to celebrating at St. John, the Baptist Catholic church and/or walking in the annual Holy Innocents procession, since it’s on a Saturday this year, reserved for our #10 daughter marrying a #1 son of a fine family of 10 kids and two super parents, I just might miss it.
The nighttime walk…not the wedding
Both at St John’s, I could miss the walk due to the reception in Orange, not far from my frequent Sat visiting site at 700 Tustin at The 22, the hellhole HQ of death that Cecile Richards led, now facing the same fate of the babies she had killed by fake doctors. Yes, still pray for Kamala and Cecile. We will see.
God bless you all. It IS a great day to be alive! So, please pray “Lord, use me as You will, not I” And let Him put you to work: you’ll never regret it, even if Billy or a Bishop Cozzens asks you “What were you thinking, partner?”
Len Beckman
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