Truly Miraculous – I’m A Witness
I want to share with you my personal experiences at the Holy Love Ministries Shrine in North Ridgeville, Ohio. I’ve encountered so much supernatural phenomenon, that I need to write them chronologically. I first heard of the shrine in November of 2005. At the time my mom had a church group meet at the house every Thursday. After a meeting, and all 25 people had left, I noticed a booklet. It had a picture of the Sorrowful Mother statue on the cover. It was for the Holy Love Shrine in North Ridgeville. As I read over this very complex, in-depth booklet, filled with messages to the visionary from Mother Mary, I knew I should visit. Once I read about Mary’s promises to all visitors and the blessings bestowed upon them, I knew I must go. Mother let all ‘pilgrims’ know what they may or may not experience at the holy site. One may be healed, see statues come alive, witness miracles in the sky, photos taken may reveal the unseen. I was excited to go and made arrangements with my sister to head up there (about an hour away) right before Thanksgiving.
November 2005 – First Pilgrimage
The shrine has many stations along a huge rosary-shape path, and Mother Mary has asked each pilgrim to stop at each station, usually denoted by a statue. Mary asks that one read or pray at such station to obtain graces given. Because you are to be prayerful, my sister and I distanced each other, to remain private in our prayer. I had the booklet/guidebook, and I could not find the third statue. I looked, so did my sister, until I realized how far – literally off the beaten path it was. To complicate matters, the gray/white November sky blended with the white of the statue – which rests ATOP of the wood arbor some 60 feet or more off of the path. (See the blog photo at the top of the article) It also is extremely close to the visionary’s’ home. We arrived there and prayed and continued on. It started to gently snow as we progressed along the large acres’ wide rosary shaped trail. As we forged our way back toward the visitors’ center (at this time the current visitors center, chapel, and other structures were not in existence. The center was the red pole building near the entrance- a great distance away), I was trying to get my bearings as to how far we were from my Jeep. Because of the weather, as far as I could tell, my sister and I were the only visitors outside on the property. She trailed me by some 25 feet. I could see far in the distance, at least 200 feet away, the arbor statue of Mary. It was easy to spot, for her vibrant blue robe high atop the wood structure, stood out against the bleak white/gray of the snowy sky. I kept walking back towards the parking lot, as we would pass by the statue on our return. For a split second I thought “Wasn’t that white?” but dismissed it, as I was trying to pray, and put my head down as I walked. But then – it happened. As soon as we came close to the proximity of the arbor – without leaving the path to head directly to the statue, I looked up at the statue. The statue was such a vibrant blue that it was almost a smudge of color. I thought “Wait a minute! It was white!” No sooner the thought when I felt a huge tug yanked from my left pelvis area. I let out a “Oww!” And at that instance I knew I was sick, but I’m not anymore. I was a little frightened, but kept my pace, I looked back and my sister was walking with her head down. I looked at the statue still radiant blue. As you may assume, the statue holds a special place for me. At each visit I give a sincere thank you and have taken up photographing the arbor statue out of gratitude. For who knows what Mother removed from my body. I assumed a cancerous growth. Either way I was healed.
This picture was taken on a visit with an acquaintance. I had taken a few with my phone, for me and we continued on the path. Later that evening, I remembered to look at the photos, and there in a series, was this great circular ray around mother! Of course, I couldn’t wait to share with my family and the acquaintance who attended with me.
This picture taken on a summer visit during Covid. A storm was brewing. The clouds parted, but I did not see the “Host” in the series of photos I had taken, until I looked several days later. In the series of shots, the “Host” enters from the right until it comes into her center. Mary describes seeing the certain “Host” colors in your pictures to denote meanings. This is a photo of a photo, but the true color is purple. Purple means ‘passion.’ I was there after hearing of bad news.
God The Father, Jesus And The Saints Visit The Shrine
Jesus often appears on the property and Mary often brings other Saints with her to the shrine. Busloads of people come to witness these events. We were there at a Midnight appearance of Saint Joseph on his feast day. Hundreds of people were there. I noticed throngs of people filming the night sky with their phones. We look up and see only the moon and stars. People are starting to shout, and we can see they are ‘chasing’ something with their screens. I get out my phone and focus on the moon. Though it was fixed in sky with our naked eye, through our cell lens it was zipping all over the night sky! You could not follow it – it was zigzagging all over. My male friend, a non-Catholic, became frightened and will not return.
Cloud Formations
Another wonderous sign known at the site, are the miraculous cloud displays. I made a trip in April of 2020, after learning some disappointing news. Since it was a mid-day weekday, only a handful of visitors were on the property. I needed answers from Christ and guidance. As I made my pilgrimage to the various stations and shrines, still distraught, I found myself in the “Field.” This is the place where many Marian visits take place. On special occasions Jesus will appear. In my grief, I looked up at the sky to appeal to God. In rapid formation, billows of clouds formed a crystal-clear image of the Pieta. There was no mistaken this, not some vague depiction, which could be this, might be that, no this was the Michelangelo that we know and admire. Because of my sorrow, I told Jesus that it wasn’t enough to console me. In response that quickly scrambled and immediately formed the picture-perfect, full-bodied image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. I understood then that Jesus and Mary were trying to comfort me.
So many visitors give their testimonies, leave prints of their wonderous photos, Mary has promised so many graces given by Jesus and God to those who prayerfully visit. I cannot begin to tell you that I was always a believer. But after my miracle, now I know that God is real. That Jesus is real. That the Saints do exist. If you can – go there. Mary has said that Holy Love is our Lourdes Shrine.
Rich and Strange! 