☩ THE TRAGEDY OF MARK CAMIRE ☩

A Real Life Unsolved Mystery

I want to tell this story. I need to tell this story. I’ve told some friends here and there. I never went public with it. As always, backstory is necessary.

Today is July 11th 2025. It is the Feast Day of Saint Benedict. Pope Paul VI moved Saint Benedict’s Day to July 11th whereas his true dies natalis was March 21st. However, that day often fell suring Lent and very close to the Feasts of Saint Joseph and The Annunciation. Saint Benedict was an Abbot (head of a Monastery, equal to a Bishop) and the “Founder of Western Monasticism”.

I have always had a connection with Saint Benedict. One I did not seek. A connection that proved itself to be Miraculous beyond mathematical probability. The first Monastery I attended and retreated at was Saint Anselm Benedictine Monastery in Goffstown, New Hampshire. This was in 1999. Again, backstory is necessary.

I graduated Woburn Senior High School in Woburn, Massachusetts in 1990. I moved back to Woburn briefly, out of necessity, in 2017. Then, I lived at 19 Mount Pleasant Street. All important details.

The place was huge. Three floors. I dubbed it “Abbot Rock Monastery”. I vowed to live as an Oblate of Saint Benedict there. I would say it was one of the most ‘haunted’ places I had ever lived in. However, having lived decades in Salem, MA, I was not unaccustomed to the supernatural… nor the Evil.

I began a Novena that year to Saint Benedict on July 3rd, 2017 in preparation for July 11th. During that time, a series of supernatural events occurred while living in that house. Having lived in Central America, I knew what an earthquake felt like. My bed upon which I was praying began to shake. I thought we must have been having a very rare earthquake, until I noticed my bed was the only thing in the room shaking. This happened about three times total during the Novena. July 11th 2017. It was day 9 of my Novena to Saint Benedict. During the nine days of the Novena, I had been reading The Dialogues of St. Gregory. I had read about where Satan had collapsed a wall on one of Saint Benedict’s monks and killed him (his monks were stone masons); to wit, Saint Benedict took his body and prayed to Christ and it was raised from the dead. I read also where the monks could not move the stone whereas Satan was sitting on top of it.

I was finishing my last decade of my Rosary Novena. I began hearing helicopters outside. I figured maybe there was a home invasion and the police were searching for a criminal. I turned on the local news. I then lived on Mount Pleasant Street. And one block away from me, at the corner of Pleasant Street and ABBOT street, a rock had fallen on a man (a stone mason) while constructing a foundation for the Woburn Public Library. A mason, as the monks were also masons. A rock from the wall collapsed on him. Several workers tried to remove the rock which was “extremely heavy” and all the men could not lift it. The man died.

His name was Mark Camire. I felt this was no coincidence. I felt sick. After digging deeper, I discovered that Mark Camire was from Goffstown, NH… the home of Saint Anselm Abbey. He was a mason and had just finished building a stone wall outside his home. This man was a father of two beautiful little girls. And he died needlessly. And somehow, it is connected to me in a way I, to this DAY, do not know or understand.

For months after I thought I should reach out to his family. But what would I say? “Hi. You don’t know me but Satan killed your loved one.” I was no Exorcist. I was no Priest. Was Satan sending a “message”? “I’m more powerful!” Of all days, Satan tainted July 11th, which meant so very much to me in my relationship with Saint Benedict. The police described it as a “freak accident”. There was no one to blame. Well… I guess you can’t file charges against the Devil.

But let us examine this event under the microscope of The Mathematical Law of Problematical Conjecture, where every “coincidence” reduces the chances of it being “coincidence” by 50%.

• Abbot. Abbot Rock. Abbot of a Monastery. Abbot Street. 50% probability (likely much less, but let’s play it conservatively for those skeptics).

• Goffstown, NH. 25% probability.

• July 11th. Saint Benedict’s Feast Day. 12.5% probability.

• Rock falling on a man as it did one of Saint Benedict’s monks. 6.25% probability.

• Men could not lift the rock (nor could the monks). 3.125% probability.

• The event occurred upon completion of a Novena to Saint Benedict. 1.5625%

• I lived on Mount Pleasant Street. The Library was on the corner of Abbot and Pleasant. 0.78125%

• He was a stone mason, as were the monks. 0.390625%

• A man from Goffstown was in my city of Woburn. 0.1953125% probability.

• Let us consider further that July 11 is one of 365 possible days.

Conclusion: It is mathematically impossible this was a random event. Not to mention an insult to God’s Created Order to think it was.

I do not know what this means. I have since prayed for Mark. Said Masses, Novenas, etc. And to this day I can offer no explanation for these events. I will know one day what it all meant. And for the record, I did, in fact, feed all these variables into several AI programs. ALL concluded this to be mathematically impossible.

This year I let this mystery go. I give it to the Lord Jesus Christ and His Most Holy Mother. I have theories, but they are just that. Theories and speculation. The only thing I am certain of is that this is not a coincidence.

— Abbot Bruno I