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EASTER ISSUE: EASTER SUNDAY-MONDAY-TUESDAY

April 12-14, 1998             SECTION ONE              vol 9, no. 72

EASTER Alleluiah! He is Risen!



HAPPY EASTER

"He is not here, He has risen as He said."

     In honor of the Resurrection, we bring you a special chapter today from the Meditative Lessons after the Passion and Death of Jesus. The chapter we feature today is appropriately called "HE IS RISEN! ALLELUIA!" which treats the time when the first believers arrived at the tomb only to find it empty and the angel standing there with the famous refrain "He is risen." While we brought you excerpts daily of "IT IS CONSUMMATED!" we will only bring excerpts from "MY LORD AND MY GOD!" as fit the occasion such as for this Easter issue. These meditative lessons, imparted by Our Lady to the Hidden Flower of the Immaculate Heart after Pentecost of 1993, are meant to inspire and prompt a greater understanding of the glorious time after Christ's Resurrection through His Blessed Mother's Assumption. Click on MY LORD AND MY GOD! to read chapter six.
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 click on BOOKS.

Meditative Lesson 6:

HE IS RISEN! ALLELUIA!

part one

      Dear Father, how gracious is Our Lord. He has allowed these Lessons/Meditations to come at a much slower pace, so that, in my illness, I can do a proper job in writing what I am given to see 'interiorly', and to hear fully all our Blessed Mother relates. Only God's strength has enabled me to go to Mass and receive Him. Only He I s holding the pen and helping me to fulfill His Divine Will. Thus, on Sunday, Our Lady gently urges me to continue. I have tested the voice and I begin.
"He is not here, but is risen. Remember how He spoke unto you, when He was yet in Galilee."
Luke 24: 6

      I have left the room of the Blessed Mother. I am back in the garden where our Lord's tomb is situated. It is difficult for me to know the time. It is truly dark; there are stars in the black canopy of the heavens, but there is no bright moonlight.

      I notice the three Roman soldiers. They are sound asleep, having wrapped their mantles about their bodies as blankets against the chill. They have no comfortable position, leaning against rocks, their bodies stretched upon hard, damp ground. I am given to understand that these soldiers, as all Roman soldiers, are accustomed to a truly rugged life. Their sleep is deep, due partly to the wine they have consumed and the deep sleep God permits them to have as His glorious plan for mankind unfolds.

      I feel myself drawn closer to the tomb. I move until I am perhaps fifteen to twenty feet from the massive stone slab covering the entrance to the tomb.

      Suddenly, I hear the most wondrous sound. It is a sound of harmonious voices raised in song. It is a heavenly sound for I am instantly lifted up in my soul and then can understand the words of this angelic song.

      "Glory to God Who is everlasting. All Praise to the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Rejoice all Heaven and earth, for the Son of God has truly triumphed. Death has been conquered. He has kept His promise, and now the Glory of God is revealed."

      And to my eyes, in this interior vision, it seems as if all darkness is forever dispelled. There is no 'night' as I beheld it only a moment ago. There is light-everywhere-indescribable, brilliant, emanating from a source that, I am given to understand, is the very Life of all Creation, God Himself. And still I am given to understand that what I am given to see is but a mere fraction of this glorious light, this Power and Majesty which causes all creation to have its being.

      Within this wondrous light, more magnificent than any human words can describe are those beings who take their form from the light. These heavenly beings, angels, fill the vault of the heavens and seem to draw closer to the earth, bringing this splendid light with them.

      Why can not the Roman soldiers hear such glory, for it is glory that approaches? Even in their sated sleep the sound must penetrate, for I can feel the earth beneath my feet tremble at the sound. Not a trembling as on Good Friday when the earth shook and was rent asunder. This is the trembling of awe, of respect before the Almighty. The light is almost too brilliant to behold. I know the Good Lord supports me, and allows me to 'see' that which no mortal eye could behold. I want to run forward, to shout and wake the soldiers, but I cannot move, and my eyes remain fixed. I am looking east, where the pre-dawn sky will soon form, developing its rose-purple hues, changing to pink, and then transforming to gold. East, where the new day is approaching, is yet veiled by night's overwhelming shadows.

      And with my eyes thus transfixed, I see even brighter than the light, which Heaven has sent to illuminate the earth, a light of gold. It is so intense, so pulsating and dazzling, that all the other heavenly light pales by comparison. I do not think of time. I do not think time exists in what I am privileged to see. It can only be expressed thus: On the far eastern horizon, I behold what I describe as an orb of resplendent gold. It seems to remain in position and then, suddenly, with speed beyond my ability to describe, this golden orb moves. To say it 'shoots' or 'streaks' the sky is to be foolhardy, relying on finite words to describe the infinite. This movement can best be described as moving from the far eastern horizon to the very garden where I stand transfixed, in less than a second. And this golden orb comes with the sound of a great wind, accompanied by an ever-increasing sound of angel voices whose voices rise higher and higher in praise.

      The golden orb pierces, without making either mark or sound, the great stone slab in front of the tomb, and in the tiny cracks where the seal is not perfect, golden light spills out into the garden. It is so intense that the tome cannot contain it. It is spilling out upon the ground, touching the soldiers. This light pierces even the one soldier atop the tomb.

      I feel myself fall to my knees in the sight of God's glory! I am given to understand that the golden orb is the Divine Soul of our Dear Lord. The soul, so beautiful as to surpass all beauty, enters into the tomb.

      I am not permitted to see our Blessed Lord's soul re-enter His Sacred Body, for I am told that this shall be revealed to the just in Heaven, so great and glorious a mystery it is! So magnificent that human intelligence cannot grasp its significance, nor give due praise to the Father from Whom all life emanates, and is meant to reflect a semblance of this same golden light as I have seen representing Jesus' soul. The praises of the angels have reached a crescendo! No human voice could come close; no human instrument could ever repeat the sound. At its height I realize that the light is actually coming through the rock, straight through it. And in awe, in deepest respect, I behold walking through the rock the resurrected body, glorified, of Jesus Christ, God and Savior.

      I bow, lying prostrate before Him. He is beyond description. I cannot begin to find a single word. The destruction, which His mortal body underwent from Holy Thursday till His death upon the cross, has been totally annihilated. From Him radiates, pulsates, beams of golden rays of light that pierce, penetrate, and probe the creature. I am awash in this light. The soldiers are also, but they remain unaware of it. I do not understand why.

      My beloved Jesus is suspended above the ground. He is clothed in snow-white garments that, for me, seem to be woven of light. There is only resplendence, and I am drawn to look at His hands, His feet, and His Sacred side, where the nails pierced, where the soldier's lance pierced, fountains, oceans of light stream outward as Jesus still gives Himself to us. Though I do not move, nor do I utter any words, yet I realize my Jesus sees me. He smiles with such Love, and I am at once encased in the warmth of His Loving, Merciful Embrace. I am drawn to Him. I do not ever desire to leave Him, my Lord and my God. Jesus smiles, and His hand is raised in blessing. Then as quickly as all of these miracles have transpired, my Jesus is gone, and the darkness of night, or rather early morning, once again fills the garden, and the soldiers slumber on.

      But my soul, wretched and miserable, has beheld my God. I am filled with joy beyond words, and pure hope lifts me to my feet. He has given me His Peace. It is part of His Glory. I cling to it, savor and treasure it as the interior vision ends.

OUR LADY'S MEDITATION

      Beloved children of my Immaculate Heart, meditate upon this singular moment. The soul of my Divine Son, freed from the mortal body at the moment of death, had, by the Father's Will, manifested Itself to the souls of the just who, for centuries, had rested in the embrace of Abraham, awaiting the moment when the heavens would be opened to them. Children, you cannot conceive of the joyous anticipation of these just souls who cried aloud to God for the coming of the Messiah. Their cries, joined with the prayers of the just upon earth brought about the birth of the Savior more quickly, because God's Tender, Infinite Love cannot resist the cries and petitions of those who love Him with pure hearts.

      In Heaven shall the book be read to reveal to all the journey of my Divine Son's soul as He passed from mortal life to eternal life. How great, how sublime was His holy mission. And all the while, by my prayerful vigil, my ceaseless acts of faith, hope, and love, my Sorrowful Heart cried out on behalf of all mankind for the Father to alleviate the pain, the sting, and darkness of death. The poor but heart-felt prayer of my heart touched God and He responded with love. Thus it was before dawn of Sunday morning that the Divine Soul of my beloved Son re-reentered His Body, and by God's power and authority, all was made perfect in Him Who is perfect. Only by the Father's Will did the nail marks and the lance mark remain, that all men then and in generations to come might believe that Jesus Christ, only begotten Son of God, rose from the dead, resplendent, clothed in garments of Victory, Glory and Power.

      The soldiers saw nothing. They heard nothing. Their hearts were darker than the tomb. There was no crack to which God could give His wondrous Light.

      How many of you, my little ones, are like the soldiers, who prefer an uncomfortable bodily rest and are too lazy, too lukewarm to let True Light penetrate. You are like these sleeping sentinels who had but to will to see and their hearts would have been opened.

      The glory of my Beloved Son's Resurrection was not only for that moment. It signaled for mankind a triumph over death and sin. Sin could no longer hold men prisoner. Death could not keep the soul from its source of life, God. Unity was restored and my Divine Son proved to all the fullness of God's power and His faithfulness to His promises in the Resurrection of my Beloved Son! How all of creation rejoiced. O! What splendor shall be revealed in Heaven when in the fullness of His Time, the Father shall make known the singular splendor of this Mystery.

      Yet, my beloved little children, I do solemnly tell you that such sublime understanding can come to you now. I ask each of you, as you say this mystery, to ask the Father to fill you with Divine Knowledge, to enlighten you as the world itself was illuminated in all of the glory that is His for He is God, and a foreshadowing of the Glory which He has prepared for all who truly follow Him. Take heart, my little ones. Even in these, the darkest of spiritual times, God's Mercy will illuminate. Certain souls He calls to lead and many more to gather round the Real Light. How blessed are all who have not seen, but who believe, for to them shall the Glory be given.


The Easter Season has begun!

     With the end of Lent and the Easter Triduum, it is time for joy and celebration at the glorious Resurrection of the Lord. For the Easter Sunday liturgy, commentary, and meditations as well as Easter Monday and Easter Tuesday, click on LITURGY FOR EASTER SEASON.

EASTER SUNDAY, April 12, 1998

"He is Risen as He said. Alleluia!"

     What is there left to say that hasn't been said? The mourning is over. It is time to celebrate the triumph over death. Today we need to proclaim from the rooftops the culture of Life and the teachings of Jesus Christ over the pagan culture of death and satan's lies. We need to join his holiness Pope John Paul II in speaking out for what is right, what is truth in the hearts and consciences of all God's children. He is risen. It is time for us to rise, just as the flowers of spring blossom, so also must our faith, courage and conviction bloom so that we may beautify this world with the love of Jesus and His Blessed Mother Mary as They have asked us, Their loyal remnant.

      A flower that remains dormant in the spring will wither and die. So also, if we do not use the talents God has given us and preach to all as Jesus asks in Matthew 28: 18-20 for all we need do is remember His words "Do not be afraid." (Matthew 28:10).

      As we come to the end of Lent and embrace with joy the Glorious Resurrection, let us remember that we cannot achieve the Resurrection unless we have first embraced and borne the Cross, suffered with Jesus, and died to ourselves in and for Him. Leave the rest to God. Let Him decide what is best, and how and when to use us in His Plan of Salvation. This is Mary's call to all of us. This is her plea to all her little ones gathered beneath her mantle. The cross each carries will be different. But they all come from the One True Cross of Christ, Who alone is the Savior of the world. If we look only to Him, then we'll stop looking at one another, making comparisons, allowing our human weakness to get the better of us, and allowing satan to keep us divided. If we look only at Jesus on the Cross and then see Him gloriously risen from the dead, how can we be divided? He died for all mankind, even though He knew there would be many who would not accept Him. He did not compare or grumble or complain. He was obedient to the Divine Will, even unto death. And so, too, we must be.

      We must decrease that He may increase in us. Let this be for us the motto of every day henceforth, that with Mary, we may stand fearlessly at the foot of the Cross, and with her offer our lives for the salvation of our own soul and the souls of others. This way the Resurrection takes on a new meaning - the flowering of fulfillment - the evangelization of God's Love. We offer Jesus' Own words in John 11: 25-26 as proof that if we trust in Him we will conquer every obstacle and be united with Him forever. "I am the Resurrection and the Life; he who believes in Me, even if he die, shall live; and whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die."


Monday, April 13, 1998


Tuesday, April 14, 1998


Wednesday, April 15, 1998


PRAYERS & DEVOTION

Featured are the third, fourth and fifth day of the NOVENA OF DIVINE MERCY.
     We continue with the Third Day of the Novena of Divine Mercy which will conclude with DIVINE MERCY SUNDAY next Sunday. This Novena was imparted to Blessed Faustina Kowalska, a Polish nun of the 1930's who is known as the "Apostle of Mercy."

For the third day of the Novena and the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, click on DIVINE MERCY NOVENA

THIRD DAY OF THE NOVENA OF DIVINE MERCY: EASTER SUNDAY, April 12, 1998

      Most Merciful Jesus, from the treasury of Your Mercy, You impart Your graces in great abundance to each and all. Receive us into the abode of Your Most Compassionate Heart and never let us escape from It. We beg this grace of You by that most wondrous Love for the Heavenly Father with which Your Heart burns so fiercely.

      Eternal Father, turn Your Merciful gaze upon faithful souls, as upon the inheritance of Your Son. For the sake of His Sorrowful Passion, grant them Your blessing and surround them with Your constant protection. Thus may they never fail in love or lose the treasure of the holy faith, but rather, with all the hosts of Angels and Saints, may they glorify Your boundless Mercy for endless ages. Amen.

It is greatly recommended the above novena intentions and prayers be said together with the Chaplet of Divine Mercy.
(All material taken from Divine Mercy Devotions, copyright Marians of the Immaculate Conception)

CHAPLET OF DIVINE MERCY

      Devotion to Divine Mercy is conveyed through the Chaplet of Divine Mercy as Jesus imparted to Blessed Sister Faustina Kowalska when He relayed, as recorded in her diary "Divine Mercy in my soul", "Encourage souls to say the Chaplet which I have given you (1541)...Whoever will recite it will receive great mercy at the hour of death (687)...When they say this Chaplet in the presence of the dying, I will stand between My Father and the dying person, not as the just Judge but as the Merciful Savior (1541)...Priests will recommend it to sinners as their last hope of salvation. Even if there were a sinner most hardened, if he were to recite this Chaplet only once, he would receive grace from My Infinite Mercy (687)...Through the Chaplet you will obtain everything, if what you ask for is compatible with My will. (1731).

      Following is the formula for the Chaplet of Divine Mercy, prayed on the regular beads of the Rosary. It is most appropriate to pray it at 3 o'clock in the afternoon which is the "Hour of Great Mercy" as Jesus said to Blessed Faustina: At three o'clock, implore My Mercy, especially for sinners; and, if only for a brief moment, immerse yourself in My Passion, particularly in My abandonment at the moment of agony. This is the Hour of Great Mercy...In this hour I will refuse nothing to the soul that makes a request of Me in virtue of My Passion. (1320).

      It is recommended to offer each decade to the wounds of Christ, such as the first decade in reparation for the wound in HIs Right Hand; the second decade in reparation for the wound in His Left Hand, the third decade in reparation for the wounds in His Sacred Feet; the fourth decade in reparation for the wounds in His Head in which the Crown of Thorns crushed His Sacred Skull; and the fifth decade in reparation for the wound in His side in which Blood and Water gushed forth as a Font of Mercy for all generations.

      The Novena to Divine Mercy, which Jesus asked Blessed Faustina to begin on Good Friday, 1937 is for nine days from Good Friday to Divine Mercy Sunday (the Sunday after Easter) which is the Feast of Divine Mercy. Jesus told her, By this Novena [of Chaplets and particular intention each day] I will grant every possible grace to souls. (796).



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