DAILY CATHOLIC   MONDAY, March 16 1998   volume 9, no. 53


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 7:


part one

     Dear Father, again I am called to write. Our Lady asks me to say here that always, before and after these Lessons, I prayóon my knees before the Crucifix, seeking only the Divine Will. Then Our Lady speaks, saying it is time to begin. I test her voice and proceed.

      It is late. I am no longer with Jesus. I am in a small room where the furnishing are sparse, a simple bed against the far left wall, a small slit of window in the adjoining wall. There is a chair in the room. I see nothing else. Then I hear the sound of crying and I look toward the bed. There, at the foot of the very uncomfortable-looking bed by our standards, I see the Mother of God.

      She is on her knees, head bent toward her chest, and her whole being is shaken by sobs. Around her I am given to see a golden light which glows, one moment dimly, the next brighter.

      I want to run to the Blessed Mother, to fall upon my knees beside her and, throwing my arms about her, I desire to comfort Her. O! To hear the Mother of God cry!

      But I do not move and in that moment I am given to understand that our Blessed Mother is being shown by heavenly vision all that is happening to her Son. Her soul, pure and spotless, sees also the demonís mockery and the demonís mockery and the dying embers of souls lost for all eternity. She sees also all who shall have eternal life because of her Sonís infinite sacrifice.

      Her tears are at once very human - she is truly Mother - and also very holy for as each drop of blood falls from the Sacred Body of her Son, do so Maryís tears fall. Mingling thus in the sight of the Father, they create a torrent of mercy, forgiveness and love.