A Call To Peace DAILY CATHOLIC for March 6-8
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Father, into Thy hands I commend My Spirit INTRODUCTION: These Meditative Lessons on the Sorrowful Mysteries of the Rosary which encompass the Passion and Death of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ 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 during Lent 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 Passion of Our Lord...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." During Lent we bring these 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 "It is Consummated!, as well as the books on the Joyful Mysteries - "Come, Let us Adore Him", and the Glorious Mysteries - "My Lord and my God!", click on BOOKS.
Meditative Lesson 5:
Part One

It is Consummated!

         Dear Father, on this the First Friday in Lent our Lady comes and I hear her weep.  "Where?" she asks, "have my Little Ones gone?  Where are those who are consecrated?" And because of their lack of response, their loss of pure faith, the evil one has infiltrated everywhere and God is abused scorned and blasphemed daily.  This is truly the time of our passion, and we deny the truth out of stubborn pride and human fear.

         I have tested the voice which began for me today at Holy Mass, and thus I write.

    "If any man eat of this bread, he shall live forever; and the bread that I will give is My flesh for the life of the world."
    John 6: 52

     I stand upon a street in Jerusalem.  Before me is a house which by its outward appearance is not extraordinary in any way.  The door is of heavy wood and a thick latch holds it in place and provides security for all within.  It is nearly sunset.  Only the last vestiges of sunlight cast any shadows.  Jerusalem is not a clean city, and here in this poorer section the shadows make it appear even dirtier.  A few yards to the right is a small fountain and the water splashes into it, and is the only refreshing sound I hear.

      Our Blessed Mother tells me that it is Thursday - Holy Thursday - and I am before the home where our blessed Lord gave us the Most Holy Eucharist. When She says this I cannot describe the love in her voice, nor the perfect adoration expressed for this great Sacrament.

      I realize that I have pondered her words for some length because I am suddenly within the house that is two-stories, with narrow stairs leading up to a corridor which branches left and right. I turn right, descend two or three stairs and am within a large room - the Passover Supper - which Jesus has already consumed with His apostles.

      I immediately understand that our Blessed Mother is in a separate room down the left corridor, and that there are also several other women in yet another room.

      My attention is drawn instantly to  our Lord.  He has presided over the meal, but it appears to me He has eaten little, while many o the apostles have eaten heartily of the lamb.  The main table is long, very wide, and on each side another table extends down.  But these side sections are not straight, but curved, resembling a horseshoe.

      I move down the narrow stairs into the man body of the room and now I see more clearly our Lord.  His tunic is of snow-white linen and girded about His waist by a scarlet cord.  His mantle is dyed red also, not a scarlet red, but a warmer shade.  Jesus is tall, slender.  His hair is honey-colored and His beard is well-kept, and fairly full.  His cheek-bones are sunken, making His magnificent eyes of blue sparkle like twin beacons. I want to remain transfixed, gazing only at Him, for from Him comes my very life.  John, the apostle, also is transfixed upon his Lord and God, while I notice the other apostles in whispered conversations, each one looking suspiciously at one another.   Judas Iscariot, who tonight is truly dressed as fits his rank as a man of Kerioth - one learned, of wealthy taste and Temple surroundings - mingles and whispers also with the other apostles.  But it is his eyes which give him away.  And this the other apostles are not looking at, or for.

      It is our Lord who brings order and silence into the room.  The dishes from the Passover meal have been moved away from His place, and now in front of Him is a dish upon which unleavened bread rests, and a cup—a chalice.  It glistens - this chalice - because I notice that around both the base and rim are rows of precious, and semiprecious jewels.  Again, I understand that this is a gift given our Blessed Lord at this, the Last Supper.  The occasion when He, who is about to be sacrificed, gives Himself wholly, miraculously to all who possess the true faith and accept the words of Sacred Scripture.


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