DAILY CATHOLIC   TUESDAY    April 27, 1999    vol. 10, no. 80


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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 12:


part one

      Dear Father, our Dear Lord begs for souls who will suffer for Him. I am humbled that He allows me to suffer, and I can but pray for all those to whom He has sent greater suffering. Yet, my soul clearly understands that this is the path to Eternal Glory. It is the sorrowful path mankind has chosen. O! We must love Him enough to die of love for Him, that all the world might know His Glory.
"And their eyes were opened and they knew Him; and He vanished out of their sight."
Luke 24: 31
          I am in the little room where our Blessed Mother is in prayer. Absolute radiance pours from her, lighting the room in a supernatural glow. She rises from her knees and turns to me. A look of such love. A true Mother. She, too, has suffered all so that we, all of her children, might forever enjoy the Glory that God has promised to all who love Him.

          I want to run to her, fall upon my knees and ask her help, because with each passing moment, and during the times of these interior visions, I recognize very clearly my wretchedness. I see the pride, the self-righteousness, and the many uncharitable thoughts and words which have passed through my mind and lips.

          But she holds out her hand and invites me to come and stand beside her. I find I move and I lay my imperfect hand into her Immaculate one. I am not afraid, only filled with a peace, joy, and love that defies all human words.

          She speaks to me. "My child, I wish you to be always near me so I can hold you against my heart. I will show to you now that which Scripture tells, for my children everywhere must know that all Scripture is Truth. Yet all the wonders my Divine Son gave to mankind could not be contained in all the books ever w written. They must see as you will see that my Risen Son was generous beyond measure in allowing many to see Him, to recognize Him as the Man and as God, that the Gospel message might take deep root and spread."

          I am within her embrace and I am aware of neither time nor place. I look where she looks and see interiorly that which I will now attempt to describe. May God forgive my inability to do justice to that which I must put in human terms, and may the Holy Spirit fill in any gaps my finite being might leave.

          I see Peter and John in the room where the Apostles are gathered. They are in animated conversation. But the other Apostles, fighting their own human wills are still uncertain. The body of the Master is gone. Risen? O! They truly want to believe, but the nagging doubt remains, "What if the body was stolen?"

          Suddenly I am at Lazarus' estate in Bethany. I pass swiftly through the house where more Apostles and many disciples are gathered. I see Mary of Magdala in their mist repeating for them all that she did, saw, and heard, and I hear the exclamations of these faithful ones who desperately want to believe, who even wish they had been in Mary's place.

          But I move on. Martha, Lazarus' sister/house-keeper is hurrying along a clean corridor, giving instructions to servants to prepare food for their guests. She does so lovingly, but as one accustomed to managing such large affairs. She appears at peace, but keeps looking toward the large room where her sister is speaking and her sharp ears hear enough to satisfy her own heart. "He is risen, as He said!"

          I move outdoors, to the garden where Jesus often sat in silence to pray and meditate. I see Lazarus, who is seated upon the stone bench where only a few days ago Jesus sat, praying to fulfill the Father's Will in His Passion.

          Lazarus' eyes are half-closed. He looks tired, but yet at peace. He does not stir and thus is startled to hear his name called.


          His eyes open. He is peering into the bright light of full day.

          "Lazarus," comes the familiar voice again. Now Lazarus gets up, straining to see who calls him, wondering if it is one of the Apostles.

          He takes several steps forward where there is an interplay o light and shade as sunlight filters between leafy trees. He stops abruptly. He can see the figure of a man in front of him.

          You call me. Your voice…."

          "Lazarus, you are My faithful friend. You have worked hard to do the Father's Will. I could do no less than come to you. Arise, Lazarus, look at Me."

          As Lazarus stands up, Jesus permits His faithful friend to see Him in all of His Eternal Glory.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part two: Behold His Glory!

April 27, 1999       volume 10, no. 82


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