Our Lady, the Mystics and Apocalypse 6 - is the Church coming into a long winter?
As the bad weather continues and heavy rains fall upon us in a very unnatural manner, we pause to look up and wonder at the strange formations in our skies. There are these dull grey heavy clouds that gather above us and are often heralded by odd stratifications of white stratus trails in prior skies of blue. The seasons are awry as we perceive that there has been a fusing of the months of January to June under a heavy panel of brooding gray. Indeed, we seem to be losing any sense of the months once characterised by an old proverb: "March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers". Instead, May and June have brought forth not flowers but spoilt harvests for our farmers…and this does not bode well for us in the times ahead!
I pray that we here in Old Blighty, and in my home country of Erin go Bragh, will not hear the wail of hunger in the face of the wolf of famine captured in these lines [Give Me Three Grains of Corn, Mother by Amanda M. Edmond (1824–1862)]:
It has gnawed like a wolf, at my heart, mother,—
A wolf that is fierce for blood;
All the livelong day, and the night beside,
Gnawing for lack of food.
Yes, the seasons are awry for there is something rotten in the power-halls of the West. We have a number of dark clouds standing on the horizon seemingly waiting there, for a dark wind to blow them in. But there are also a number of other dark clouds that seem to be heading our way like flocks of black crows for “Wherever the corpse is, there the vultures will gather..”[Matt 24:28]. All around us we find the protagonists of fear, doom and war! Protagonists, not Harbingers, but protagonists who like the wolf and bear, the crow and vulture bring both death and feed off the carcasses of death; it is as if we are living in the days of Apocalypse 6!
Be it a Bear market or a Bull market, the poor will be robbed. Be it a virtual pestilence or a man-made pestilence the common man will be herded and injected with poison fangs. Be it the gods of the copybook headings or Medusa’s media the venom of fear, hate and lies will distort the vision of the plebiscite and win weathy rogues the pillage and riches of new wars. And yet it has ever been thus, for here we find the children of Cain working the world to hallow their names as they reject God, Religion and the Common folk and impose their new, foreign, inhumane and irreligious laws. It is as G K Chesterton wrote when he called the common folk of England ‘The Secret People’:
We hear men speaking for us of new laws strong and sweet,
Yet is there no man speaketh as we speak in the street.
It may be we shall rise the last as Frenchmen rose the first,
Our wrath come after Russia's wrath and our wrath be the worst.
It may be we are meant to mark with our riot and our rest
God's scorn for all men governing. It may be beer is best.
But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet.
Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.
But out of the blue skies and sheep like white clouds comes a voice, a voice from on high, a pure, virgin and motherly voice that calls the common folk back to her who once was on the lips of peasant, poor and mystic [Ballad of the White Horse]:
And a voice came human but high up,
Like a cottage climbed among
The clouds; or a serf of hut and croft
That sits by his hovel fire as oft,
But hears on his old bare roof aloft
A belfry burst in song.
"The gates of heaven are lightly locked,
We do not guard our gain,
The heaviest hind may easily
Come silently and suddenly
Upon me in a lane.
"And any little maid that walks
In good thoughts apart,
May break the guard of the Three Kings
And see the dear and dreadful things
I hid within my heart…..
In such times as these when our leaders are weak, feeble and corrupt, when our institutions are captured by corruption and when the wealthy and powerful look at the Common man as a tired man looks at flies than our resistance to all of this must start with a renewal of the Spirit, a supernatural and Holy Spirit, through acts of faith, hope and charity. We must step up our resistance to all of this as Knights, Warriors and Defenders of the image of God in men, women and children with Our Lady of Chivalry, Worship and Holy Life watching over us, inspiring us and guiding us through the fields of blood on to the fields of the everlasting hills of Heaven. For no one gets off this planet alive!
G K Chesterton in the Ballad of the White Horse gives us a poem to inspire us in these times when he puts on Our Lady’s lips winged words that put fire in the bellies of the Common Folk of both our old Religion and our real Country:
"The wise men know what wicked things
Are written on the sky,
They trim sad lamps, they touch sad strings,
Hearing the heavy purple wings,
Where the forgotten seraph kings
Still plot how God shall die.
"The wise men know all evil things
Under the twisted trees,
Where the perverse in pleasure pine
And men are weary of green wine
And sick of crimson seas.
"But you and all the kind of Christ
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.
"I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
"Night shall be thrice night over you,
And heaven an iron cope.
Do you have joy without a cause,
Yea, faith without a hope?"
Our Lady has appeared to us and with her mystical children have continued the work of prophecy. In these times when we seem to have entered chapter 6 of the Apocalypse, Our Lady has sought to gather the Church, saints and sinners and the nations of the common people into the refuge of that peace that God’s Kingdom alone can bring. At her apparitions at Quito in Ecuador [1594-1634], at La Salette in France [1846], at Fatima in Portugal [1917] and at Garabandal in northern Spain [1961 to 1965] and with her Mystical children such as St. Vincent Ferrer [1350-1419], Marie Julie Jahenny [1850-1941] and Luisa Piccarreta [1865-1947], we find the call to repentance, the warnings and the promise of grace, illumination and her victory over all the forces arraigned against the True God, the True Religion and Poor humanity.
Let us, in these dark times when the cope of winter has thrice laid itself over us all, take for our marching orders the words of St Pope John Paul II: “Be witnesses of Hope”; in such dark times we need to draw life and hope from the roots of our history, encapsulated in these words of Pope Benedict XVI: “SPE SALVI facti sumus”— ‘in hope we were saved’; so that our own encounters with the Lord Jesus may fill our hearts with what Pope Francis calls the joy of the Gospel. Thus it is this hope and this joy that alone lay the grounds for a transfiguration of hearts and minds when we have a zeal to show the source of this Joy and hope to others! Others, who have been trapped in a lifelessness that is that living in the machine, in the metropolis, in the matrix of inhuman, secular and global planning!
Watch video ‘METROPOLIS - IN THE YEAR 2525’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-xfeXfQqts&ab_channel=ZURNMUSIC2.0
Watch video on the recent document on apparitions by the Vatican with Xavier Ayral on the podcast Elijah’s cloak: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHhBsWwcWJM&ab_channel=ElijahsCloak
