DAILY CATHOLIC   TUESDAY    April 20, 1999    vol. 10, no. 77


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      These Meditative Lessons on the Glorious Mysteries of the Rosary which encompass the time from the Tomb through the Ascension were imparted via both interior visions and interior locutions to Cyndi Cain, the Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart from the Blessed Mother of God after Pentecost in 1993. Cyndi relates that, "while I saw many details in these interior visions, only certain details were to be written down. Therefore, these lessons are not meant to be a detailed geographical or historical account, nor are they meant to pinpoint all the intricate details one might wish to have knowledge of regarding the time of of the Resurrection and beyond...for the importance of each lesson lies not in the descriptive passage or dialogue, but in Our Lady's own meditations which follow each interior vision. These meditations are meant to strengthen us in our faith during this our exile - particularly in these end times when the Holy Catholic Church will be ripped apart by apostasy and schism...for Our Blessed Mother wants our faith to be as strong as an anchor. For our faith to be such, we must have the faith of a simple, little child." As an added bonus for Easter we bring the special chapter on the Resurrection to you and ask the Holy Spirit to give all the enlightenment and discernment to learn and grow from these meditative lessons that all may persevere in the time of the Great Darkness which looms ever closer. For those who would like the complete works of "My Lord and my God", as well as the books on the Joyful Mysteries - "Come, Let us Adore Him", and the Sorrowful Mysteries - "It is Consummated!", click on BOOKS.

Meditative Lesson 10:


part two

          "I have seen Him!" Mary's exclamation is full praise, and she lifts heart, soul, voice, eyes, and hands to Heaven.

          "Seen Him? Who? Are you mad, woman?" Again, Peter's penchant for abruptness strikes at her joy but cannot diminish it.

          Mary falls to her knees and she says as if in a state of high contemplation. "I have seen Him, the Master. He is risen!"

          "NO!" "Absurd!" The raving of a grief-stricken woman!" are the various responses made by the Apostles. Only John's face matches the ecstatic look on the Magdalene's.

          "What do you mean? Speak plainly," says Peter who crosses to the center of the room in several strides and pulls Mary to her feet. He holds her arms, so their eyes meet. In his, I see a deep, deep desire to believe her. There is the first, faint glimmer of hope in his eyes, truly the first I have seen since the arrest of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane.

          "I went there, early. I took the oils and spices. I went ahead of the other Marys. When I came upon the open space wherein the tomb had been dug, I saw the stone rolled away from the entrance. The Roman soldiers were still there. They were asleep. IO cried out, I felt that they or some other thieves had stolen His body. I awakened them. They were stunned to see the stone moved.

          I rushed past them; I had to see for myself. I entered the tomb. There was no body there, but the winding sheet and linens we had placed around Him had been carefully unfolded. They were lying on the stone slab.

          I came back out. I begged the soldiers to tell me where they had taken His Body, for all I sought was to give Him due reverence. They were frightened, and two ran off to tell their captain that during the night it was two or more of the man's friends who had tricked them, moved the stone and stolen the body. They paid no attention to me.

          I took the side path. I was bereft, weeping with grief. As I came along the side path, I saw upon the hill a man. He seemed to be tending the soil. He spoke to me.

          "What did He say?" Peter's grip grew tighter, and Mary broke free from his hold.

          "He asked me who I was seeking. I told Him, and He then asked me why I should seek the living among the dead. My grief was so great I began to cry, and it was then that He spoke my name.

          'Mary,' He said, and my soul recognized Him. There is no other voice Who could speak my name in that way. I looked up, and I saw Him, the Master. He is alive! I rushed to Him, throwing myself at His feet, but He told me I should not yet touch Him, as He had not yet gone to the Father. Then He instructed me to come and announce to His Apostles that He is risen. He said to tell you He goes before you into Galilee."

          There are gasps, sputtering, half-choked words from the assembled men. "Is it true? Can it be?" Peter's face is flushed with a hope that he clings to with all his being, but which his human nature will not allow him to fully accept.

          "It is nonsense, and all the more trouble for us now," grumbles one of the Apostles.

          "No!" Mary is on fire. She will not permit these cowardly, doubting men to rob her of one ounce of her joy, the joy that is meant for all men of every age.

          "Go," she commands Peter. "See for yourself if you are not so afraid that you fear to go beyond the door. What I have said to you is the Truth. Go! See!" And then, much softer like the whisper of an angel's prayer, Mary says more to herself, "I will go and give proper thanks with His Mother. Then I must go to announce the news to those at my brother's house."

          "Do you believe her?" is the general question put to Peter. Peter looks around. He is their Head, their Rock.

          "Come, John. We will go. The others remain here. We are sensible men, not prone to hysterics. We will bring back word after we have seen with our eyes."

          John has already started for the door. Peter must hurry to catch up with him. Mary, seeing the two Apostles take their leave, silently withdraws from the room, leaving the remaining Apostles to huddle together where they alternately, in whispers, hope her words are sincere; at the next, dismissing them as the over-wrought imaginings of a woman.

          But the Magdalene has seen. She has believed and her trust has been rewarded. Much calmer now on the exterior, and elated, Mary of Magdala knocks at the door of Our Blessed Mother's room and says, "It is I, Holy Mother," in a voice that already acknowledges that the Blessed Mother already knows the cause of her job. She has come to thank God and to honor His Mother for the prayers offered which saw her through the darkness of the Passion and Death. She has come to lay at the feet of the Mother of God the Glory she has been permitted to see for herself, and to pray with the Mother of God that all may believe, even if they do not see.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part three: Our Lady's Meditation on Faith conquers Fear

April 20, 1999       volume 10, no. 77


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