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


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          With the messages for the world having been concluded three years ago, slowly the public "Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart" has been able to return to the fullness of being Cyndi Cain, wife and mother (roles she never abandoned even for a moment during the public years). However, after much prayer and discernment, she feels strongly that there is much God wishes her to share, for He continually teaches us in our hearts and with the grace of the Holy Spirit, we are to share, to learn, to grow and to be there for one another, as He is always there for us. This weekend she takes the time to share the suffering so many are feeling not only with the war in the Balkans, but the terrible trajedy in Denver.

          She takes time here to write a few lines in sharing with all the experiences and lessons learned in her own introspection. Cyndi has chosen to call her few words, humble and poor in the face of the Almighty, "SYMPHONY OF SUFFERING", for He has placed these words in her heart. To suffer: How all hate the thought, and how, when one is a mother who is faced with a trial, our hearts break in many places. Yet, God hears a beautiful melody here. The angels hear it, too, and so do the saints. The melody reaches to the Heavens and joins with the unending chorus of all the hosts of Heaven praising God. It is Cyndi's sincerest hope that perhaps, together with the reader, we can take our sufferings, which are different yet similar, and place them into this great hymn of praise to the Creator, our Lord, God and Savior, Jesus Christ, and learn to make beautiful music unto the Lord.


          Where to begin? How to begin? As a mother and wife, I speak about the atrocities committed just this week in a high school in Littleton, Colorado. There, on a spring day, as students gathered, thinking of a prom, of graduating, of just getting the summer off, found themselves looking into the crazed eyes of two fellow classmates who had come to school with one purpose: TO KILL.

          Why? Oh, the fingers are pointing all over the place and it's a wonder we aren't all tripping all over ourselves trying to sort everything into a neat category where our finite brains and our stifled spirit can finally deal with this tragedy.

          To us, it seems eons ago that our Blessed Mother told the seers at LaSalette what would become of the world as the end times would be at hand.

          It seems to my mother's heart that we have more than entered that period of time…a time of such depravity that only satan and his cohorts can be responsible.

          While the media masses to Littleton, while reporters interview parents, students, and medical personnel (particularly those who deal in mental illness), it becomes apparent after a few minutes that the blame falls on society as a whole, and the mom and dad individually, and therefore the anger, rage and killing spree were always there, waiting the right moment to be unleashed by these misguided, in-need-of help teenagers.

          Do not misunderstand me. These teenagers did need help. Lots of help! But not all the psychological/psychiatric help in the world answers the question why, and to what depth and breadth and height and width did these two teenagers go to quiet the demon within them that cried aloud for a blood offering.

          In my mother's heart, I see two suffering souls tormented by satan, dragged down by satan, and abused by satan's own demons. I see two people who started out crying for help, but who soon stopped as the demon's hold got stronger. These poor souls saw life through the eyes of hatred and anger. These two teenagers, so lost to the True Light of Christ, fought their way through years of such bitterness that they finally came to school, to face those who they saw as their tormentors, and with a swift, unthinking, uncaring callousness, started spewing bullets hither and yon, not forgetting that they had bombs well concealed and planted within the school itself, to prevent escape.

          Panic set in. The students wanted nothing more to get away from these crazed gunmen who were metering out justice the old-west way, the Old Testament Way. They shot whom they chose, and then shot just for the fun of it, while hysterical, sobbing, innocent teens scattered, sought safety anywhere they could. Some would get out alive. Others would not. Again, we ask: WHY?

          It began when lucifer, full of pride, disobeyed God, and set himself up as God's equal. Thus, cast out of Heaven, lucifer fell into his own domain, hell, and has since worked from this underground room to take earth and all the people of this planet down into the same abyss he lives in. Not that lucifer cares for us, likes us, or looks forward to taking us to his hot abode. No, lucifer prefers to rub each soul he carries off into God's Holy Face, thinking that he seriously damages God's Infinite Power by doing so.

          God has and will not change. He is. He is Perfect. He sent His Only-Begotten Son to earth two thousand years ago to free us from the slavery of sin, to assure us of life after death through His Resurrection. Jesus Christ gave us a code to live by, to be used in every thought, word and deed we have in our earthly sojourn. Do we abide by this code which, by its mystical nature, is the very armor we need to wear against the onslaughts satan pitches our way day in-day out.

          Life as God intended it has been on the downslide for years, and generations. When World War II came, the woman found emancipation from being a housewife, to being a worker, feeling a sense of fulfillment and power in the workplace. What did we, the mother and wife, need our husband for? We could do it all ourselves. This progressed into yet another generation that abolished any parental authority over their own children, and to children learning very quickly that they held the power, and not those in positions of authority.

          The world turned up-side down, but nobody noticed. How could they? The TV sets were blaring their nonsense, and no one heard, saw, or reacted to the upside down swing of the world. And so it has gone on lo these many years, while the acts of violence Our Lady spoke of at LaSalette have come to pass. We have cardinal against cardinal, bishop against bishop, priest against priest, wife, and husband against one another, while the children grow confused, and in their confusion, satan reaches out his slithery hand and grabs them. It's satan's world now. Don't think for a moment it isn't. How many of us, be we mothers, fathers, brothers, or sisters, aunts or uncles, or even not blood-related, would willingly go to church and there kneel in reparation, expiation, and petition to God's Mercy until the killing stopped, and satan was chained in hell, where he belongs. How many of us would go there without food to sustain us, except the Holiest of Foods (the Blessed Sacrament), a spare blanket and maybe a pillow. How many of us would willingly stay there until enough people joined the effort that we would finally be doing what God has always wanted of us, and what His Most Holy Mother has pleaded with us to do for many years in many apparitions. Get down on your knees, get out the rosary, and go before the Most Blessed Sacrament and start praying, right now, this very day, with your entire heart! Forget the fatigue, the lack of creature comforts, the whispers of others that scorn and scourge you with their tongues. Of what matter are these abuses? Are we not here, out of God's Mercy, to cooperate with and bring down Divine Mercy upon a world gone crazy?

          As a mother of two teenage sons, who struggle each day to overcome peer pressure and live up to the faith they've been given, I, for one, am ready. I am ready to take only the clothes on my back, and to present myself, a sinner, humbly before the Most Blessed Sacrament and there remain until, one by one, throughout each parish in each town, throughout the United States, and then throughout the world, there is someone keeping our Lord company and Praising Him, Adoring Him, Thanking Him and seeking Mercy and Forgiveness. I am only one tiny little nobody, I can shed no light unless God gives me the Light to shine forth, and even then, it would be but a small light. But one small light in the darkness can and must grow forth to become a beacon which shines brightly so all mankind can see, a beacon of Truth that will free us from the treachery of satan, and bring upon the world the Ultimate Truth through the Triumph of Mary's Heart.

          It is up to each one of us. Forget the media and the sensationalism. This tragedy is waiting to happen in every school in our land. Do you want to wait for the next one? Or, would you prefer to join me in offering unending prayer and petition to God to see a Merciful end to such evilness… which ultimately comes from satan.

          May Almighty God grant us the courage to stand up, to kneel down, to fight the good fight and never look back to see if we're alone or if others have joined us. It takes someone to start? Who will it be?

April 23-25, 1999       volume 10, no. 80


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