DAILY CATHOLIC   TUESDAY    April 6, 1999    vol. 10, no. 67


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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 7:


part one

      Dear Father, it is Monday and I am preparing for Holy Mass. I am told by our Blessed Mother that our dear Blessed Jesus has permitted this suffering that I might give all to Him in order to bring to fruition the Divine Will in my own life. I have been in prayer for some time. I have tested her voice, and I begin.
"Blessed are the eyes that see the things which you see."
Luke 10: 23
          I do not know how I 'move' from one point to another. I mean 'move' in the physical sense that we in our earthly life understand it. When the interior vision begins, I am no longer in the garden of the tomb. I have returned to the small, cloister-like cell in the house of the Last Super where the Blessed Mother keeps her constant vigil.

          She has returned to her knees, her eyes riveted upon the Image of the Suffering Face of Jesus, her Divine Son. She has her hands crossed upon her breast; her head is bent slightly to the right. I wonder, no, ponder upon her thoughts, and I am given to understand that she remembers in infinite detail every moment of her Divine Son's Passion.

          At each sacred moment of this infinitely valuable suffering, she offers praise to the Father, and being filled with the Holy Spirit, says from her pure heart, "O Father, Thy Will be done, always. I thank You, O Word of God. I bless You and adore You for perfectly fulfilling the Will of the Father. I adore each of Your holy steps. I praise You for Your joy in suffering. I kiss each of Your holy steps. I offer thanksgiving for every drop of sweat, every drop of blood, every insult, and injury. For the unspeakable tortures You endured, and which Your poor Mother has suffered in union with You in her soul. O, Merciful Gatherer, Who has loved man from all eternity, let that sacred moment come. Let the darkness be dispelled that the faith of those whom You have chosen may be forever strengthened. Permit, O most Holy Trinity, that the will if man may be Your Will alone. Teach men that each moment lived in Your Will weakens, destroys the evil one. Let Your Glory be revealed according to Your Will. Relieve the sorrows of the Mother's heart, which willingly gives to You, all thanks on behalf of all men."

          Her beautiful prayer of love and petition is finished. And in that very moment, the entire room is filled with the very same resplendent light, which issued forth from the tomb and encased, surrounded, and emanated from our Risen Savior's body. It is more beautiful than words can utter. It is not a stagnant light, but a living light, which envelops, enfolds, engulfs, and transforms. Unlike the Roman soldiers asleep in the garden of the tomb, Mary is truly penetrated by this Heavenly Light.

          She, Our Blessed Mother, turns, still upon her knees. She is radiantly beautiful, for she, too, now filled with this light, emanates it back to its source.


          The Mother's cry of joyful welcome, of a heart mended of its sorrows, of hope seen, lived, touched, known. Only then am I able by God's own grace, to look in the direction of the Blessed Mother. I behold in the very center of the room the risen Christ, my beloved Jesus Who is so resplendent as to be unutterably beautiful, causing heart and soul to swell in such ecstasy of love that were it not God who sustained me, I am certain my heart would burst and my soul would rush to His embrace.

          "Mother, the Father has heard your prayers. All the while I have heard your beautiful prayers. Behold, most Holy Mother, I come to you, the first among all created beings. I come to give you anew My Love, My Peace, My Joy! The great trial has passed."

          "O! My Beloved Son, may the Most High God be forever praised. Thank You for being so merciful to one so lowly. Truly, You are part of my heart.

          "As you have always been part of Mine. I have not yet returned to the Father, Mother, but you have seen and witnessed that which your faith never faltered in. May the Father embrace you, His Holy Daughter, and give unto you every grace and consolation."

          "His Will only, my Son! Now and always."

          "Do not go to the tomb with the other women. Remain here in prayer, for they, too, will witness, each in their own way, the power and glory of God. The victory is won, My Mother!"

          "I will pray. My soul goes wherever You go, my Son, unless You command otherwise. Can a mother ever be parted from her son?"

          Though they have not touched, Jesus moves forward. He is not standing on the floor, but perhaps in inch above it. He is fully present. This is no phantom, or illusion. He is truly three-dimensional and the light pours forth from the wounds to His hands, feet, and side.

          He allows His Holy Mother to gaze upon these wounds, which she does with such holy reverence that were we able to see how humbly, how purely she adores her Divine Son, we could but weep over our tepidity, our coldness, our lack of good will.

          For a while they gaze at each other, the Mother and the Son, the Risen Savior. No more words are spoken and the conversation of Their souls is hidden from my heart.

          It is more than I could ever dare to hope for, but to see interiorly the reunion of Mary and Jesus after the Passion, the love between Them…His Sacred Heart and her Immaculate Heart is of such chaste purity that it is a living love which causes the light to continually grow brighter, until it appears to me that Our Blessed Mother is lost within the light, gathered up into into a higher realm of ecstasy from which all human eyes are kept lest the finiteness of the human thinking make jest of such supernatural love.

          Then, abruptly, Jesus is gone. The room is dark, lit by a small candle, which has nearly burned out. I can not tell you how Jesus came, or by which manner He left. I am given to understand that in eternity where the human body is no longer subject to the natural laws of nature, movement ads we understand it is irrevelant. That in the eternal life of the soul and the eternal life to which our bodies will be called upon the day of Final Judgment, then we shall clearly understand the magnificence of the Spirit. Were our faith the size of a mustard seed our very souls could be moved in this supernatural, eternal air and we would be lifted out of and above our heavy bodies so as to live in the Will of God!

          Mary, our Heavenly Mother, remains bowed in prayer, but I am privileged to see that from her whole being radiates a light that throbs with each beat of her Immaculate Heart.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part Two - Chapter Seven: Our Lady's Meditation

April 6, 1999       volume 10, no. 67


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