“For we who live are always delivered unto death for Jesus' sake; that the life also of Jesus may be made manifest in our mortal flesh.” 2 Corinthians 4:11 Whenceforth, thy spiritual life art a constant art a constant process of dying to self and if it be not thy joy to suffereth for Christ who thence do thee suffereth for? In all things His Heart as end to includeth our suffering! For by way of His Heart He gave and by way of our faith we recieveth. By way of thy action of heart do thou answereth thy call to Selfless Love and accepteth to not be accepted. For it is by great opportunity do thee encountereth those who art blind and who haveth scales over thy eyes so as not to see. For in what they seest not thou seest. In what they wilst not carrieth thou wilst carrieth gladly. Truth, the modernists, wanteth not, thence we ought liveth by thy Truth of our faith in so that they seest their own life of lies as but a reflection in thee. Yea, whence thou runneth from thy own Cross thou runneth from thy own salvation and thy work that must be accomplished in thee. Why thence do thou runneth from the enemy who art thy opportunity to grow at thy very roots in thy own heart? For wast it not our Lady who didst not run who stood next to thy executioners of Her own Son? Reflect not on that thou wishest not to be like them but rather thou wishest for them to seest clearly and recognizeth that difference in thy own movements of thy own heart in thy every action either towardeth self or His Heart. May thee Immaculate Heart of Our Lady guide, protect and guard your heart everyday in this exile. - Amen
**A Meditation below (with attached photo)for Holy Mass. As with every message you may print and distribute in your SSPX/traditionalist chapels just please cite the source and invite others to the website and to this newsletter. Love works please help me spread the message of our Lady. Ave Maria!
“Selfless
Love's witness”
I look
around whence all art silent but thy groans of Love so loud. In thy
apex of dark uponst this mount Thy Love so clear. In Thine eyes
wherest all could be no lower yet they chooseth to look downst
upon me. In Thy pupils speakest to thee calm amidst this
restlessness. Here therest art no words but everything audible;
wherest Thy Sacred Heart speakest razor sharp unto thy hearts of men.
Beneath Thy Sacrifice, beneath Thy Cross wherest I kneel but until
now I knowest not why. For it is in thy utter darkness wherest His
Sacred Heart art most clearly seen wherest hearts drawest unto Thine
as One. Amidst this macabre scene art thy sights of sacrilege and art
thy smoldering smells of sin and self uponst Thee. Yet, in thy same,
cometh thy sweet Odor of sanctification, thy sweet fragrance of
submission from our Lady that floweth from thy feet who to I kneelest
besides. In all thy wounds uponst Thy Sacred Flesh I seest all thy
gaping wounds of thy hearts of men, torn open, and bleeding seeking
Thoust relief. And thy Heart who wouldst refuseth none who come into
thy One fold didst healeth thy stripes of self that men so didst
inflict uponst thy own self and thence uponst Thee. For Thine Heart
seekest to remedy thy disordered, thy discord, thy dysfunctional
heart. Yea, amidst thy dark pale colors of Selfless Love's Sacrifice
I seest Thy vibrant colors of Thy Life of Your Heart. Uponst thy dirt
beneath thee wherest men do dwelleth thy Living Waters from Thy Side
didst drip and falleth to quencheth. Throughst thy violent winds art
heard thy shrieks and howls of hell that crieth out all aroundst
Thee, yet, it is only thy silent steady sound of Selfless Love from
Thy Sacred Heart that I hearest. O' who am I, to sitteth beneath
Thee, in this Sanctuary of Thine Tears whichst now must becometh
mine, in this Day of all days to recieveth Thy Heart, Thy Body and
Blood. Yea, I am consoled and called to sitteth uponst thy Lap of Our
Lady for it twas Her Lap, His Throne, that He resteth wherest in Whom
both seemingly looketh both dead and lifeless unto thy world but in
Truth art nevermore alive at Heart in Selfless Love's witness.”
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