Meditative Lesson 16:
THE BLESSED MOTHER PREPARES TO BE REUNITED WITH HER DIVINE SON
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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