As many of you know, I have been a life-long Medium. I do not charge for any readings and I do not like to demonstrate those abilities in a “circus like” fashion, keeping quiet for the most part. I have worked on some cold cases, and have also done some genealogical research with a Historical Researcher, utilizing my abilities to help locate family members both deceased and alive. To-date, the researcher has 2 confirmed DNA matches, based on information I have given him from readings.
About this story…
Everyone who has come to me for a reading has been by reference through a friend, or someone whom I’ve helped over time. Helping those who grieve is what matters most to me. Simply said, I cannot put a price on that.
This past Saturday, an acquaintance of mine located in Upstate New York, had contacted me and asked me if I was picking up on anything unusual around her due to a situation that is transpiring in the Watervliet community. Already uneasy about something, I told her that I would wait a few days and get back to her on Monday, or Tuesday. This initial contact was established via Facebook.
Sunday night into Monday morning, I established spirit contact with a priest. I woke up and recorded the communication in my dream diary. It was approximately 6:20AM. In light of the severity of the communication, I digested things, had coffee coffee and went back to the dream diary at approximately 9:12 am, when I was a little more awake. The dates and times are available as recorded via the dream diary.
I also began to message my acquaintance in New York (about the spirit communication) at approximately 9:51AM, once I had finished recording the dream. The date and time stamps are printed out and saved, as well as are available via Facebook messaging, for reference.
As stated, the spirit who contacted me was a priest. He was associated with my friend in a very bonded, familial type of way. He gave me very specific details. I had no idea about she and her family’s relationship with this priest.
Via Facebook, I asked my friend several questions and also advised her that there was a very strong warning associated with this. I told her as much as there was a lot of good that came through, there was a lot of evil. There was a serious warning.
Throughout the late morning, she kept in contact with me and answered my questions. I was very concerned about who the priest was, by which we determined was the late Father Dominic “Emery” Parillo. Father Parillo had been her priest in Watervliet, N.Y., for several years. He was very close to her family and had baptized her young daughter back in 2006.
Many of the details that I recorded in my dream diary were validated by my friend (all prior to the Boston bombings). The one question that remained was; why was father Parillo giving the warning? It seemed more global versus personal, as in relationship to my friend.
The fact that Father Parillo showed me many things (that later took place at the Boston Marathon), I’ve spent the last two days agonizing over what to do, as he had three specific messages. One for the friend (who asked me to do the reading), another for two men (I believe to be actually family oriented). The third message was for his “home” community – and this is why I am sharing this with you.
As the diary details are recorded, and as my memory recalls very vividly with the communication, Father Parillo loved his hometown, his parish and his community, just as they loved him. The last part of his message has stuck with me, and I cannot shake it: He had me seated in front of a packed church while he conducted a very large funeral service. Again, all of this transpired and is documented prior to the events in Boston on the afternoon of Monday, April 15th, including the Facebook time and date stamp of messages between my friend and I.
Later Monday afternoon, my friend and I were able to reconnect while I was on my lunch break. It was right after the bombings had transpired; both of us were shocked. Although the warning fit the tragedy, we did not understand the relationship between Father Parillo and Boston.
I then “googled” Father Parillo, whereas I discovered the connection: Father Dominic “Emery” Parillo was born and raised in Boston, Massachusetts. He was ordained after going to university and held his first Mass at Our Lady of Mount Carmel, in east Boston. Later in his career he was transferred to Watervliet, New York, where he became the Pastor for OLoMC, in the city.
It was during this time that he became close to my friend’s family, and later baptized her daughter at St. Patrick’s Church. After retirement, he moved back to Boston where he died just last February, 2012. Father Parillo’s funeral service was held at St. Leonard’s church, in Boston. St. Leonard’s is very close to the bombing site. He was interred at Woodlawn Cemetery in Everett, MA. Once I messaged my friend with that information, she had realized that she had completely forgotten about the Boston connection
As for the message of hope and inspiration that came directly from Father Parillo, to the people at “home”:
His message was to be strong and that he loved his community and is still with them. I can tell you that this has been a life-changing situation for me. I have been shocked, and heartbroken by this tragedy, yet will always remain faithful and thankful that Father Parillo came through at the exact time when his beloved Boston would need him the most.
I don’t know what more to do to get his message out there, to his family, congregation and the city of Boston, but I will tell you that I will never forget this experience. My friend and I cried tears of pain for those who lost their lives and have been affected, as well as tears of joy for Father showing us both that he is still watching over the people of Boston, as well as those he loved, from above.
Understanding that this is a rather odd story, my dream diary is available for review, as are the messages on Facebook that have the time and date stamps which show the timeline and validate what I have shared with you. I would hope that you could relay this message to those who may have known Father Parillo, and to let everyone in Boston know that the journey DOES continue, even after after we leave the world physically. It may help to bring peace to some that are undoubtedly grappling with grief from this disaster.
Jill Marie Morris