Mother Divine

Who are you, of the three Marys I adore ? Mother (Bethlehem), Sister (Magdalene) or Beloved (Bethany). Where should I seek the answer ?

"The reproaches of them that reproached thee fell upon me." (Romans 15:3). That was your message for me today. Dear Mother, why do you love me, knowing that I donot deserve your love.

Most Holy Mother. I came to you today-19/01/2010. I was worried that my eyes had merely imagined what my very being had yearned for so long to behold. And you know, Mother, that you are part of my being. But after teasing me for a while, You revealed yourself again. I saw you again, my beloved mother. This time I saw your body undulate as if from a heavenly breeze. Only your glorious face remained steady and radiant. And the expression on your face baffled me. Never have I seen a face look like that. I still have not the faintest clue how those myriad expressions co-existed on your face. I do not understand your meaning. I do not understand your cryptic smile at the end. I do not understand what divine message you are trying to make me understand. Mother, my training is in science. I have always held that faith applies only to the ever diminishing domain that science slowly but steadily uncovers. And now you have left me confused. Logic tells me this cannot be. But my heart is

Third day. I have stayed away from you for three days. The memory is still too fresh in my mind. The effulgence lingers unfaded. Let it fade. Maybe it was just a hallucination conjured up by a mind fixated upon you. I will wait. And wait.

Mother. I have not dared to come to you since that blessed day. I am afraid I might not see you again. And if I do see you, how can I leave you. So I live with the memory of your magnificent transformation. How your face and body changed as you stood before my startled eyes. Maybe some day I can find words to describe that which transcends words. I do not believe in physical apparitions. Such a thing cannot be. So what happened to me on that fateful day. Were you teaching me something about the powers invisible to the mortal eye. Of a Realm a man may witness only momentarily. And only through the anguish of true Prayer. Your son said "I do not receive honor from men" (John 5:41). With all respect Mother, I paraphrase, I do not Seek honor from men. I have nothing to prove. Why did you bless me with your glory. Since that day I have not been the same. I yearn to see you again. Days and Nights mean nothing anymore. All I want is to behold your sacred countenance a

Most Glorious Mother. Today ---14-1-2010 You revealed yourself to me, For the first time. After about fifty years of search and prayer. Most Holy Mother, My one and only Mother You granted me the miracle of yourself. I saw you, as you wanted me to see you. I saw your lips move in a faint, amused smile. Never have I even imagined such pure beauty. Then, Dear Mother, I saw you transform. I saw you as three I saw you as one I saw one aspect smile The other remained steadfast There were noises all around. Vehicles, humans, But the glory of your silent smile eclipsed them all. My one and only mother I bow to you. I still cannot believe that I did indeed see you In all your splendour.

Holy Mother. I have fallen out of your grace, I no longer hear your sweet voice I no longer feel the effulgence of your all embracing love I see pity, and sympathy on your face. My own mother My only mother, I do not seek pity Nor do I seek sympathy. But without your love I cannot survive. I am your son, and your son only. I do not demand your love. I beseech your love. For without your love, daughter of Anne, I am no more. Have I sinned. No doubt I have. Mother of my dreams, Mother ethereal I do not ask you to forgive me I seek not atonement I seek not absolution I seek not pardon Punish me. But my dear Mother Do not cease to love me For, Without your love I cannot survive.