DAILY CATHOLIC   THURSDAY, March 19, 1998   volume 9, no. 56


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 8:


part one

      Dear Father, Our Heavenly Mother says here that in the moment when, by Godís Mercy, we shall each see ourselves as we are seen by God; that is, when we stand before the Truth, then shall all men known that Mary is the Immaculate Conception, Co-Redemptrix, our Advocate, the New Eve and Mediatrix of all graces, as God willed and allowed it to be through His Only-Begotten Sonís Redemptive Act. This, She tells me, shall happen before the Justice of God strikes, but not until the world has suffered through many chastisements. But we are close to this moment, Father. Our Lady says that by our devotion to Jesusí passion we will be ready for the illumination of our souls, and all that will then swiftly follow. Having tested the voice, I proceed to write.

"Oh God, the wicked are risen up against me and the assembly of the mighty have sought my soul; and they have not set thee before my eyes."

Psalms 85: 14

     I see Jesus tied by the hands and around the waist as one might do to a wild, insane person. He stands meekly in the center of a large room, and already the maltreatment He has received shows plainly. He has been brutally slapped, for His lips are swollen and blood trickles down into His beard. There is a large bruise beneath His left eye and the flesh is swollen. Also His nose bleeds and I wonder if it is broken. But Our Lord utters not one sound, while I become aware of noise all around: the scuffling of feet, the murmur of voices, the rustling of roves and mantles.

      I am in the court of Annas and Caiphas; the trial before the Sanhedrin. There are many, many nobles of the Temple present. The torches along the wall light the room but make elongated, grotesque shadows of all those present.

      I move in a full circle and see nearly every place filled. But several are empty, the places of those who will have no part in this unjust trial under Mosaic Law.

      But everyone in attendance is watching Jesus with rabid attention. They nearly salivate at the thought that this "man," this Nazarene is finally theirs and will soon be dead, buried and forgotten.

      All reason has left them. It shows in their eyes, upon their open, snarling lips.

      It is as if time stands still. All movement for me is suspended. While I long to gaze at my suffering Jesus, I must turn. Now I see the High Priest, Caiphas. He is rotund, pompous in attire and posture. His fleshy face and eyes are glaring at Jesus. The arteries in his thick neck pulsate with blood and he is shaking with a rage which he can no longer hold in check. As I look at Annas and the others, I see through the eyes of my soul the glare of the evil one in each face. Sanity has fled. Human emotion, human passion in all its baseness is here and the malevolence is palpable. It tries to push me back, to bend me in half, to rip me apart. But silently I cry out "Jesus" and the force withdraws.

      At this moment Caiphas literally rips apart the expensive, highly-decorated robe he wears as High Priest and in a voice that rises to near-scream he shouts to all assembled:

      `"He has blasphemed!" A moment of silence, as Caiphas dares to take several steps closer to the Messiah, the Lamb of God. He would spit upon Jesus, but rather, turns mockingly to all the scribes and elders and asks in a ridiculous voice: "What further need have we of witnesses?

      A voice, then two, three - and all: "He is liable to death!"