DAILY CATHOLIC   WEDNESDAY    May 19, 1999    vol. 10, no. 97

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 16:

THE BLESSED MOTHER PREPARES TO BE REUNITED WITH HER DIVINE SON

part one

      Dear Father, these past days have been days of intense interior suffering. Particularly God has shown me quite clearly the weight of persecution that kills not the body, but gnaws away at its mortal fiber, exposing the soul to purifying flames. In these purifying flames, I have seen clearly how wretched I am. In these purifying flames, I have seen clearly how wretched I am. I have understood ever so much more clearly what Divine Love is versus the poor, finite love we cling to. Thus, it has been not glory or joy in any sensible degree, but a true martyrdom of being so wretched that it has been difficult to cry out for God's help. Yet, Our Lady comes tonight to tell me that what I have experienced, all souls must experience, and the holy Apostles and disciples, both men and women of that first Christian community, knew these mortal pangs, but stood steadfast. There were no sensible consolations, but their faith, which was the lighthouse beacon, which guided them, ever onward to transforming union. Each day was for them a struggle wherein they willed to believe willed to trust willed to love despite all degree of slander, outrageous accusations, taunts, deceit, and temptations. They found comfort and strength by their unity of mind and heart through their prayers, which rose from their hearts. God gave unto them His Own Spirit, and each moment their faith grew; though, they themselves remained unaware of it.

      Our Lady says to read the Acts of the Apostles very carefully, for here we shall discover how beautifully the Holy Spirit works. How He, the Sanctifier comes and enables that which is only weakness, faults, and failings, and leads the soul back to the Father. Therefore, she tells me that in these Lessons I am receiving, she will only ask all of her children to read the Acts of the Apostles and to recognize that in our own time, we are to do as they did, but how much harder for us who, by having advanced so far in technology, we have fallen far from God's holy light and are thus as blind men trembling in darkness.

      All that one must do to reach Eternal Life, Jesus taught, and after His Ascension, The Holy Spirit developed in the hearts of all, according to his or her calling, thus completing the Redemptive Act by sanctifying the soul unto unity with the Most Blessed Trinity.

      Now, our Heavenly Mother would have me now that she remained upon this sorrowing earth, Mother of the Church, for over twenty years after her Divine Son's Ascension. Her role will never be fully understood while we remain part of the world; but as we seek only the Divine Will, we will gradually come to understand and realize the depth of God's Infinite Love, so structured as to have The Almighty God, Our Father, nourish us through the intercession of Mary, the spotless creature, the perfect disciple, the perfect example of womanhood submissive to God and the prayerful power behind all men who are God's children called to a specific role.

      Therefore, tonight, as I am drawn into interior vision, I understand that the Infant Church has now spread beyond Jerusalem and Palestine proper. The Word, blown by the breath of The Holy Spirit, has caught soul after soul, and its life has been given from one to another, until Word of Jesus Christ, Messiah, Son of God, has reached the depths of the existing Roman Empire and beyond to lands where bondage to Rome is unknown.

      A common link is revealed now to all men: we are children of God, redeemed by the Blood of Jesus Christ, Only-Begotten Son of God, the Word made Flesh in the Ever-Virgin Mary, Mother of God.

      No court of law, no power on earth can silence this news. No cruelty can crush its Truth, nor impede its growth, for the fervor of the first Christians is beyond that of our modern world which has lost God by making itself god.

      Unless we return to our True Roots of the Roman Catholic Faith, we shall cause God's full Justice to come. If we hear her messages and respond, then we participate in the Redemptive Act and permit God'' Holy, Perfect Will to reign upon earth. I am at tremendous peace knowing the voice is of God, I write:

"But Mary kept all these words, pondering them in her heart. "
Luke 2: 19
          The interior vision finds me once again in Jerusalem. I am outside of a small house and understand this is not the house of The Last Supper, rather it is a small place, we would consider it less than a cottage, given to our Blessed Mother by Joseph of Arimethea. It stands upon his property and adjoins the garden where Our Lord's body lay in the tom until His Glorious Resurrection.

          It appears to me to be about mid-afternoon for the shadows where sunlight filters into the larger main room are longer, gentler than the bright light of early day. This light lends a celestial atmosphere to the dwelling, and it is as if I have entered into the Holy Tabernacle in church, so close is our Dear Lord's presence.

          I find that I move from the main room, which serves as kitchen and meeting area into a room off to the left. This, I understand, is our Blessed Mother's room where many long hours of deep prayer and contemplation have linked Heaven to earth by her pure and selfless love.

          I see that it is not a gloomy place. The window faces west and through half-closed shutters, the sunlight enters and gives radiance to the Mother of God who is kneeling upright before the image of her Divine Son'' Suffering Countenance as given to Veronica during the Passion. Also present I behold the nails, hammer, tongs, the lance, which pierced the Sacred Heart, and also several scourges, which were used to torture the Son of God.

          Wordlessly does Mary venerate these holy, sacred relics and her tears anoint each one as, gently and reverently, she kisses each object before she replaces it in a trunk, which stands at the foot of her small bed.

          When the last relic has been replaced, Our Lady bows her head in prayer and it is now that I become aware that the light in the room has grown brighter. I look to see if the shutters have somehow been opened, but find they are unaltered.

          This light which permeates every corner of the room surrounds Mary, the Mother of God. She is caught up in it and seems to dissolve in its brilliance. I do not see anyone else, yet I hear with great clarity the voice of Gabriel. I recognize the same voice, which, so many earthly years before, had announced to Mary God's Will for her to be the Mother of God's Son.

          It is a voice beyond human understanding or description. It sings to her, this voice, and I am allowed to hear the words.

          "O Holy Mother of God, I have come again at God's command. He would have you prepare now to come to Him for all eternity. The moment of His Summons draws nigh. The Apostles have already been summoned that you may glance upon your beloved sons yet one more time. Know, O Holy Mary, blessed of all women, that soon they shall be with you, for it is God's own Mercy to them, and witness to His power, which He grants to you, the Immaculate One. Rise now to greet your sons, for lo, they come in haste and in sorrow, for the Spirit has enlightened them; the angles of God have brought them."

          At once, the celestial light fades and the Mother of God rises to her feet and turns in profile toward the door leading to the outer room. I am privileged to see her face and there is no trace of age upon it. She appears to be no more than thirty, and there is no sign of wrinkle, of lack of strength. In truth, her beauty is exquisite and there can not be detected any trace of illness or lack of strength which would certainly be present upon any other person nearing seventy yeas of age; one who had endured all that she, the Spotless Virgin, the First Tabernacle, had endured. Serenity, peace, love, joy, trust all etch her face and radiate from her being. She is calm, as if preparing to receive an expected, welcome guest.

          Her obedience to God's Will remains ever perfect. The moment of the reunion with her Son, a moment long-awaited and lovingly endured, is soon to be granted her. But her only ceaseless prayer is that God's Will be done, not hers. And I hear the outer door open and the heavy footsteps approach. A knock, gentle, and Our Lady bids her first visitor to enter. I turn from her to see John come in and fall to his knees. John has aged considerably, but it is his eyes, which are as pure and filled with Divine Love as the first summons from Jesus so many years before.

          "Holy Mother, I have come. I have been told," he says. It is enough: they say no more, so closely woven are their souls. Together they give praise and thanks to God in the wordless, pure prayer of their hearts. But holy tears soon well in John's eyes and at once Our Lady crosses and comfort him tenderly. "O, faithful servant, Apostle of my Son. Let your tears be those of joy only, for God's Plan is perfect. Though I go now at His Summons to receive the reward He has prepared for me, and of which I am not worthy, but for which all honor, all glory belongs to Him alone, I assure you as a good mother, you shall not be left wanting."

          "May God be forever praised, O Holy Mother of God."

          St. John, now much calmer rises to his feet and escorts the Mother of God to her little chair where many hours of prayer accompanied by sewing have passed.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part two: The Blessed Mother prepares to be reunited with her Divine Son

May 19, 1999       volume 10, no. 97
"MY LORD AND MY GOD!"

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