By Anna Von Reitz
Father Matteo Giordano was my Mentor, the first twelve years of my life. We met, via telephone, at St. Hyacinth's Basilica, in Chicago, Illinois, when I was four years old. We continued our gentle conversations every summer of my early youth.
We also met by letters sent to my Uncle, Merton Schnur, who had served with the Big Red One in Italy, and who had met Father Giordano in person. But the letters were really for me.
We met later, by phone, at the great convent house, called "the Mother House" in Rochester, Minnesota, and continued to talk until his death in 1968. He died soon after my beloved Scottish Fourth Grade teacher, Doris Condie.
We never talked about religion per se. We talked about life and death and energy and pets and the Unseen realm and consciousness and awareness and powers of the mind, mathematics and gardening and natural medicines. He taught me words and concepts from ancient times, history, geography, and how to make a Magic Lantern....
With both my mentors gone, I was beside myself with grief, as much as a child not yet a teenager could be, and spent many hours alone outdoors in the gardens and forests available to me in Wisconsin and Illinois.
I had a lot to think about. The mysteries of death began when I was four years old, also. I was visited by my Great-Aunt, who died, and I knew she had died before anyone found her body, before any phones rang. I nonchalantly went and told my Mother, who stared at me like I was the ghost walking beside me.
Ghosts were commonplace to me. Ghosts and creatures that other people assume are the imaginations of myth, centaurs and jinns and angels and dragons and dead relatives and fairy folk --- that all exist, simply in a realm veiled from us by a "frequency fence" that most people can't traverse. I could traverse it. I could see them as clearly as I can see anything else.
My constant amazement was that everyone couldn't see what I saw. We all assume, as children, that everyone can see what we see and do what we do.
Father Giordano knew that I could see and hear the Unseen Realm.
He also knew that I was, in a way, endangered by this. Not so much directly endangered by anything I saw in this Unseen Realm, but endangered because I was young and because there are those who make it their business to shut down all contact with the Unseen.
Even if that contact is a little girl, completely innocent, completely sane, their fear drives them to make the most outlandish claims and to do the most vicious things. And a child has not developed the powers and knowledge needed to protect themselves yet, so Father Giordano sought to protect me and teach me.
When I received word, through my Uncle, that Father Giordano had died in far away Italy, I felt his absence before I heard the words. He had "gone on", having slipped away home very quietly, without a word to me or anyone at all.
These are things I don't normally talk about to anyone, for good reason. There are people who dabble in "black arts" and many of them have been busy trying to kill me with curses and voodoo; there are others who have hired assassins. Their fear and their ignorance of the Unseen keeps them all wound up.
Half of them want to be me and attempt to mirror what I am --- and they are always trying to steal something from me, the other half simply react like my Mother, as if I was the ghost walking beside me.
Imagine my surprise and the bittersweet feeling to find this video about Father Giordano on YouTube tonight?
The Narrator, as usual, got some of it right and some of it wrong. It hardly matters. The gentleness is right. The quiet is right. But nobody needs to fear what sleeps beneath the Vatican, whether the Unseen is waking up or dreaming, so long as we live in peace.
Peace is the key. This is what the Count St. Germain - Baron St. Albans was trying to teach. This is why the St. Germain trust assets can only be accessed in times of peace. We need to choose peace.
Not war.
All of us. Together.
The Old Ones who left the markers and who tended the Earth's magnetic grid like a garden are still here with us, but they are so vast that our systems overload when we try to interact with them in the flesh. This is what causes natural self-immolation.
There are many things the modern world has forgotten and more that it needs to know, but chief among those is the need for peace. We are destroying the peace with 6G transmitters and massive data centers and war, war, and more war.
If, for just one moment, you could all simply know how important this is, you would stop in your tracks, like a man stops when he hears a loud sudden noise and cannot figure out where it is coming from. You would stop and suddenly hear the silence.
It's the silence that ultimately gives life. It's the silence that gives meaning to music and to words. The very thing that people ignore is the thing that is most important of all. This is why you must pay attention now and save the silence and find the silence in yourself.
Great musicians and mathematicians and physicists all understand this, even if they have never put it into words.
My Uncle Merton had that silence, that "quality" the Church looks for in exorcists; he was also a great musician, who could play any instrument at will. I don't wonder how he and Father Giordano met as young men in Italy. They were walking across a street, maybe along a rutted road, something caused them to pause and look at each other. They knew.
They stopped. They talked. Maybe they shared a meal. Addresses were exchanged. Merton wasn't surprised when he got a letter and more than half of it was addressed to me, a young child.
In 1991, twenty-three years after his death-- just like it says in the video, Father Giordano got in touch with me --- only he appeared as a young man.
He was happy and active and still a priest; he took me on several trips back to Italy and to the Vatican. He continued to teach me, and then, in 2016, he went silent again. Not dead. Not gone. Silent.
Men like him go silent, for so many reasons. Sometimes it is simply because there is too much noise in the world. Or because I have become a public figure. He always knew it would be so. He knew I would speak and those aligned with life would listen.
He also knows how much I love him and that he is never far from my heart on any given day. I glimpse him sometimes when there is a cloudy sunset, or I hear him speak my name into the silence.
His voice has never changed. His voice as a young man was the same as his voice as an old man. It's been a more than a decade since I heard his voice with earthly ears, but I know what he would say to me and to each one of you:
Stop investing in technologies you aren't old enough, as a species, to understand or use for rightful purposes. Invest in yourselves and in the Earth, instead. Grow your minds and your hearts and your health. Be grateful for the silence and beauty all around you.
Turn your attention toward the things that matter.
Issued by:
Anna Maria Riezinger - Fiduciary
The United States of America
In care of: Box 520994
Big Lake, Alaska 99652
October 29th 2026
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