DAILY CATHOLIC   FRI-SAT-SUN    April 23-25, 1999    vol. 10, no. 80

MEDITATIVE LESSONS ON THE GLORIOUS MYSTERIES:
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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    INTRODUCTION
      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 11:

"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

part two

          Unafraid, John goes into the interior room and I am beside him as he pauses, gazing in rapture at the light before him.

          No place of sorrow, mourning, or death exists here. All is drenched, transformed by this heavenly light. And following John's gaze, I behold two splendid angels. They are quite large. I see them interiorly as beings of light, but with human form. There is one at the head where Our Lord's body lay, and the second, no less beautiful, is at the foot. Both angels are upon their knees in reverence and adoration. They are there to keep watch over this holy place.

          I am given to understand that the angel at the head is the same angel who came from Heaven to comfort Our Lord in His Agony in the Garden. The angel who kneels at the foot of the tomb is the angel who accompanied our Blessed Savior's soul as it was surrendered to the Father as Jesus died upon the cross; the angel who went with the Divine Soul to the place where the souls of the just awaited the Savior, and then into the very bowels of hell, where Lucifer and all his demons were forced by God's power to acknowledge Jesus Christ as the Only-Begotten Son of God, Savior, Redeemer, King of Kings. The angel who came with Our Lord's soul as the Divine Soul re-entered the lifeless body and transformed it into Glory beyond words.

          John can move no further. He is weeping with joy! The first angel speaks. I say 'speak' for that is the way God permits me to hear the voice, although the voice of Heaven is the sound of perfect love and has neither words nor description to explain it in words.

          He is not here. He has risen as He foretold."

          John nods, humbly. He is crying, striking his breast, giving praise to God for all of His wonders.

          Just then, a breathless Peter stumbles into the tomb. I hear the footsteps, the labored breathing, but do not turn from the heavenly sight. Neither does John who stares in ecstasy at the sight given him.

          Peter comes up on John's other side. He is laboring to breathe, but says, "It's dark. My eyes haven't adjusted yet from the brightness outside."

          Yet, John continues to behold the resplendent angels, and they do not move. I realize then that Peter does not see them. This has been John's privilege. He says nothing, except "Look", and gestures to the slab where the body had been laid.

          Peter goes forward for a better look, oblivious of the angelic hosts who adore and praise continuously.

          His very human hands feel for and find the winding sheet neatly folded and laid carefully on the slab. Still searching, he finds the linen, which was placed about the head of Our Lord.

          These pieces of cloth he takes into his gnarled hands and pressing them to his chest, lets big drops of tears splash upon the bare stone.

          "It is true. O! My God! How blessed are You in every land. How great is Your goodness to Your poor Peter, who has in his trembling hands those cloths, which bound You, but no longer hold You bound. O! My Lord and My God!"

          Peter turns to John, whose own eyes are awash in tears of joy. "We must go, boy. We must make all haste. We have seen. He is not here."

          "No, He is truly risen," John replies, and the angels' song rises in a more beautiful song of praise.

          "Come, let us go. There is no more to be done here. We will tell the others."

          "And we will pray," John says, turning to follow Peter from the tomb.

          "Yes, John. Together we must pray and wait. His Mother is still with us. Surely she will guide us."

          "We must send word to the others," John says.

          "Lazarus' sister will have done so by now," says Peter, without any affront. "She knew and spoke the truth. She did as He commanded her. Now we must be together in prayer that we may be all that He wishes us to be.

          John's smile evokes yet a higher song of praise and the light intensifies and penetrates both men, only John alone is aware of it.

          "We will go. You will take these, Peter," John says of the cloths Peter still clutches to his breast. "We will give them to His Mother."

          "Yes, of course, His Mother. She has seen Him. My heart tells me this. It is only fitting. Peter, His Rock, crumbled at the moment of trial. I am privileged to merely touch them. May God be blest for allowing me to carry them to His Holy Mother, blessed of all women."

          Together they turn to leave. John allows Peter to go first. He never mentions his heavenly vision of the angels, nor their confirming words of the Savior's Resurrection. I understand that John has also bee given many graces, and infused knowledge while in this holy place. But in love and prudence, he says not a word. He is truly happy for Peter, who leads the way.

          The tomb is left behind, Peter, his precious treasures tucked safely under his cloak sets out at a good pace. He has been revitalized. Hope has sprung alive in him. He has a long journey ahead of him, but all this he does not know. All his heart can repeat over and over is, "He is risen, my Lord and my God!" to which al of Heaven gives endless praise. And my interior vision ends here.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part three: Our Lady's Meditation on "My Lord and my God!"

April 23, 1999       volume 10, no. 80
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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