The room where our Dear Lord celebrated the Last Supper and gave to us
His Own Body and Blood in the Blessed Sacrament has become the main room
where the Apostles meet, pray, and grow in their faith. It is here where
our Blessed other comes from the solitude of her tiny room, to offer to the
Trinity her prayers in unison with the Apostles. The holy women and
disciples have remained faithful to their calling and come at the appointed
times of prayer.
I understand that for a few days now, a week, perhaps, the Apostles have
felt a deep interior need to fast and intensify their prayer. The Mother
of God has joined them in their prayers and fast, and has encouraged when
any spirit felt weakened by the demands of the flesh to persevere.
She alone among all those gathered knows that the Great Paraclete is
coming, and that these followers of her Divine Son who still struggle so
with their human frailties, shall soon find themselves filled with the
Sanctifier, and their souls shall become true beacons of light as God
intended for them. Thus does she doubles her prayers and fasting, joining
it to her Son's Heart where the offering is wholly pleasing before the
Throne of God.
I am given to understand that only shortly before this interior vision
begins, the Apostles, led by their true head, Peter, have again fulfilled
Our Lord's command. There have been psalms, prayers of praise, and
petition, and then, just in the exact manner Jesus had done, Peter
consecrates the bread and the wine and they have all received the Body,
Blood, Soul, and Divinity of Jesus Christ.
There is a profoundly deep silence in the large room of the Last Supper,
and the number crowded into this room is incredible. The holy women are
not in this room, but in the room where the Apostles had concealed
themselves in fear after the Passion of Our Lord. Other disciples are
scattered throughout the house, filling the corridors; wherever a space can
be found; a person of faith fills it.
And Our Lady allows me to understand that at this moment all who are
gathered here are of one mind and heart through the graces bestowed upon
them. They offer great praise to God, bless the name of Jesus with all
their beings, call upon Him, and grow still to listen as He speaks to their
souls. He comforts, consoles, and constantly strengthens.
So profoundly moved are all within the house that they are not
immediately aware of the intense sound which has suddenly arisen and seems
to be coming from outside.
I am taken in interior vision out of the house and held securely in our
Blessed Mother's arms. I am able to hear this sound. I find no words to
describe it. A mighty wind - yes! But O! so much more. If I were to
describe the effects of all the thunderstorms I have experienced, and
combined them into one sound, it would fall short of the true sound. It is
Heaven descending to earth with a rush that could almost be called violent.
The citizens of Jerusalem are not unaware of the sound.
I watch as many of them rush from their homes, poor, and rich alike.
They shield their eyes from the hot sun and look up into a cloudless sky on
a bright, sunny afternoon. The sun is intense and the heat suffocating,
yet this wind is blowing their clothes. The women grab their veils to hold
them on. This is, therefore, a "visible" sound that has no known origin,
and the majority of the people are terrified. Most of them recall only too
clearly the dreadful storm, earthquake, and other supernatural events of
the day when Jesus of Nazareth was crucified.
The force of the wind can be felt but it does no harm as it gathers in
intensity and gathers around the House where Our Blessed Mother and the
Apostles are gathered.
Then I return to the interior of the Room, and standing beside our
Blessed Mother, notice as the sound literally bursts into the dwelling, the
shutters over the windows are blown open and brilliant daylight pours in.
It is the entire dwelling that is filled with this wind which I describe,
humbly, but feebly, as the very breath of God. It is magnificent. There
is Power, Majesty, and tremendous Peace in Its sound, for as I watch the
faces of the Apostles, I see that they lift their faces and gaze
heavenward, transfixed as if this "Breath of God" spoke to each of them,
lifting them from their mortal bodies into the celestial realm of God.
In this moment, I notice that the mighty rushing sound of wind has
ceased, and now I see the entire room illuminated by a most glorious light.
It is a dancing fire of orange and red, and to my eyes, it looks as if the
whole room is afire.
But this tremendous fire separates and it forms what I see as the flames
one would see upon a lighted candle. These flames separate and move, one
settling above the upturned, transfixed face of each Apostle and of Our
Blessed Mother. I am permitted to see that above her head is the largest
flame, it seems to flow to her heart, and she herself becomes radiant. The
flames dance above the apostles' heads and then with, again, the sound of a
rushing wind, the flames penetrate the individual Apostles and they turn
their eyes upward in a prayer of praise that they have never before uttered
in such perfect harmony.
They are truly filled with the Holy Spirit. It is evident. It shines
from their eyes, but its source is their hearts.
All at once, everyone begins to speak, or rather to pray, and each is
totally unconscious of the other's prayer. O! The beauty of their prayer,
for it is spoken not by mortal lips, but by the Holy Spirit. This prayer
goes on for some time and its beauty increases all the while. How their
souls are lifted up to God!
Then, as I watch, there comes a time of silence, in which I understand
that each Apostle, disciple is being filled with courage, wisdom,
knowledge, all that the Holy Spirit wishes to do for each and every soul,
and which on this First Pentecost, it is with abundance that the Holy
Spirit comes and gives.
This period of instruction is, I am given to understand, an instantaneous
inpouring accepted, desired, and humbly received by all present.
Then, this moment of supernatural instruction completed, I find myself
looking at transformed men. All the human fear has vanished, and has been
replaced by a fire, a light in their eyes, which radiates beauty and Truth.
These men are firm. All have become rocks and the foundation of Christ''
Church is firmly cemented. The roots of faith have grown deep, entwined in
the Cross of Jesus. Their trust is absolute; their questioning minds have
been silenced by the Truth placed in their hearts. Their love is purified,
not yet perfected, but purified. These men are now the Apostles Jesus
spoke to, loved, lived with, ate with, and died for, and they in turn are
bound to Him in His Eternal Bond of Love.
The transformation I behold is so beautiful. O! Forgive me, God, for my
poor ability to describe that which You, my God, so graciously permit me to
see and understand in the intellect of my poor, miserable heart.
O! The Holy Spirit is Love, Fire, and Truth. Truly the Sanctifier, the
Third Person of the Blessed Trinity Whose work is always to bring all souls
into perfect union with the Divine Will, by transforming each soul into the
very image of Jesus Christ.
Yes, the Apostles whom stand before me are transformed. Or rather, the
true transformation has begun and each one resembles more and more our
Beloved Savior.
Love is the Fire, which propels them into action. It is Peter who
proclaims in the name of all assembled that He Who Jesus promised to send
has come, and they must do now what the Spirit of God directs them.
There is not one word spoken besides Peter's testimony, but led by the
Spirit these holy men, putting on their mantles, make haste to depart this
room, this house. They rush outside to face the world, not as mere men who
face fellow men, but ambassadors of Jesus Christ. They are eager,
unafraid, and when they pour out of the door into the street, the large
crowd, which has gathered, is astounded! The Apostles, directed by the
Spirit, go in many directions, and finding a stairwell, porch, or balcony,
begins to speak. They tell all who hear, and there are thousands of the
promise fulfilled by God in His Only-Begotten Son, Jesus Christ. To the
ears of the people who are from many regions, the full story of the Good
News is given. And because they speak not with the tongues of mortal men,
but with the words of the Spirit, the people hear in their own language and
their hearts are opened.
There is a cry, loud and clear, which rises from the assembled listeners.
They want more, more of the life of this Jesus, and with the authority
given them by Christ, the Apostles, with arms opened wide in an embrace of
love, welcome them. These people are duly baptized and from the frightened
but prayerful cenacle, the Church has blossomed, and new fruit is born.
Fruit that throughout all ages shall continue and multiply until that time
when a Second Pentecost shall come, casting away all division and bringing
to unity the Mystical Body of God.
And throughout all the glory, which God has bestowed upon His people, the
Mother of God keeps vigil in her silent prayer joined to her Son's Sacred
Heart!