DAILY CATHOLIC   MONDAY    May 3, 1999    vol. 10, no. 86


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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 13:

part one

      Dear Father, Our Lady asks me to tell you that I am not being shown everything as it is recorded in Sacred Scripture. Rather, the brief scenes are meant to enlighten each of God's little children to His Limitless Powers. I am given to understand that if all Our Lord did from the Resurrection to His Ascension was written down, the world could not contain the accounts, nor would men's hearts be open to the Divine Knowledge. On this evening of Our Lady's beautiful feast of her Immaculate Heart, she asks me to begin. Her voice is tested. I obey.
"And it came to pass, whilst He blessed them, He departed from them, and was carried up to Heaven."
Luke 24:51
          I am in Jerusalem. I am in a very crowded room where there is an atmosphere of tension; a holy tension is the best phrase I can use. I look about. All of the Apostles are here, save the Iscariot. I see Lazarus and his servant Jonathan. The holy women are present, and they are grouped around the Blessed Mother.

          There is silence, but an eagerness underscores it. There have been many prayers said in this place. Many more will be said in the days to come. Spilling out into the hallway are many disciples and among them I see Joseph of Arimethea, Nicodemus, and much to my surprise, I see Joseph of Arimethea engaged in a whispered conversation with Gamaliel.

          I understand that many days have passed since the Resurrection. I am also given to understand that the number of people to whom Our Lord has appeared has far outweighed any attempt by the Sanhedrin to call the whole thing a hoax.

          Thus, though made bold by Jesus' Resurrected Presence, there lingers in these holy men and women, excepting the Blessed Mother, a fear of reprisal. But, yet, any persecutions have been kept to a bare minimum of verbal abuse, for the Romans will tolerate no more from the Jews at this point.

          I am drawn to gaze at the Mother of God. She wears a dress of white; her mantle is blue and her veil of a lighter shade of blue. She is absolutely beautiful, and she is lost in heavenly contemplation, which assists everyone present to maintain a respectful silence, even if they do not yet pray as she does.

          Suddenly Jesus stands with them in the space between the Apostles and the holy women. He is in a white tunic, with a white mantle about His shoulders. His beauty is beyond words, and His Love saturates the room and enters each heart.

          "Peace!" is His greeting.

          All of them fall to their knees, their faces rapt in utter love for the Son of God.

          "I have said to you all that must be said. Do not worry about remembering all of My words. Do not forget that I am sending He Who will enlighten you."

          "Yes, my Lord," Peter answers for all. "We will remember."

          "We will leave this place now. No, do not fear! No harm will come to any of you. I will lead you, and you will follow. There will be no trouble, for the angels of Heaven will keep all evil away. Come."

          And He makes His way through the large gathering, and one by one, others in pairs, all follow Him. The Blessed Mother, escorted by John, is given the rightful place behind her Son, then Peter and all the others. I do not count them all, but it is a considerable procession that leaves the House of the Last Supper and goes out into the streets of Jerusalem. It is early morning, but the citizens of Jerusalem are already up and about. Jesus passes from street to street calmly, and nary a head turns in His direction. Even as the long procession passes by, no one seems to notice.

          I am given to understand that God's angels form a shield around Our Lord and those who accompany Him, so that in reality the local people cannot see that which is taking place. The Father has reserved for Himself the supreme dignity of this time, and all of the heavenly hosts kneel as He passes by, and strike their breasts as a sign of reverence and adoration to the Son of God.

          Jesus' path winds out past one of the gates and He takes a path which leads away from the town as it meanders upward into the hills around the town. Our Lady tells me that the hill lies toward the east, and away from Calvary.

          No one speaks, but keeps pace with the long strides Jesus takes. I notice that Our Lord's feet leave an imprint in the dusty road, showing clearly that He is truly there in Body and Soul. His shadow passes over bushes and scrubby grass, and His tall figure clad in white is clearly visible even to the last person in the procession.

          I do not know exactly how far Jesus walks. It seems to be a fair distance. The hill is a gradual climb, so one does not actually notice the ascent.

          Our Dear Lord stands majestically in the center while around Him gather His Apostles, disciples, the holy women. Only our Blessed Mother knows the event that is coming. She is so happy, and yet her eyes brim with tears for she knows that there will be physical separation from her Divine Son, and that not until the Father calls her home shall she be united with Him for eternity.

          Again, Our Lady is composed, peaceful, filled with the Holy Spirit. That which is about to take place is also part of the Divine Will, and Our Lady's whole existence has been a perfect example of unity with the Divine Will.

          Those closest to Jesus beg Him to speak. They all have about them an air of eagerness, for their own souls sense that God's Power is about to be manifested. Even though Our Dear Lord has prepared them for this moment, just as they were not fully prepared for the Passion and Death, so too, are they not fully prepared to lose the physical presence of their God and Savior.

          I hear Jesus speaking to them, counseling them and at last, giving to them His Peace, which is the Divine Will. I become aware that the whole vault of Heaven, and even to the earth, bright rays of luminous light fill the place. My eyes are barely able to look upon this splendor, but it is God who assists me and thus I see that angels, countless beings of beauty, have appeared. There are ranks of angels all assembled, their voices raised in song of praise to the Trinity. Several of the angels come to be with the Blessed Mother.

          She sees them fully, and for an instant, bows her head in humble prayer giving thanks for this favor of God upon her.

          Jesus has finished. His final words seem to hang suspended above the crowd. The men and women gaze upon Him intently, and Jesus lifts His beautiful sapphire eyes to Heaven and the most ecstatic smile forms upon His lips.

          He is transformed into all of His Glory as God and man. His physical body becomes dazzling, brighter than a million suns. This light radiates out to all the assembled, and the people in awe can only keep their gaze fixed upon Him Whom they love, yet imperfectly, but with the will to love perfectly.

          Thus, it is that I see the very vault of Heaven open, and if it is possible, an even brighter light appears and descends to earth, completely covering Our Lord.

          Slowly, without effort, the Risen, Glorified Christ rises from the ground. His eyes fixed now only upon that which He ascends to: The Father and the Holy Spirit. Those who are witnesses to this miracle gasp in awe. There are no words, so deeply are they affected. Higher and higher Jesus rises into the air, still looking up.

          Now the choirs of angels, their song reaching a crescendo, gather about Jesus to escort Him into Heaven where the Most Holy Trinity will be, in a mystical sense, reunited. Truly, the Trinity cannot ever be separated, for God is One in Three. But there is no other way for our human minds to grasp this event than to describe it as a reunion. Only in eternity shall we fully understand this sublime Mystery.

NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part two: The Ascension of Jesus

May 3, 1999       volume 10, no. 86


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