Chapter 7. The Son Has Put His Wisdom on His Mother's Lips.
29th August 1944.
I see Anne once again: since yesterday
evening I see her thus: sitting at the entrance of the shady pergola,
busy at her needlework. She is wearing a grey sand coloured dress, a
very simple one and very wide, probably because of the great heat.
At the end of the pergola the mowers
can be seen cutting the hay. But it cannot be first-crop hay because
the grapes are almost golden coloured and the fruits of a large
apple-tree are like shiny yellow and red wax. The cornfield is
nothing but stubble with poppies waving like tiny flames and stiff
and clear cornflowers shaped like stars and as blue as the eastern
sky.
A little Mary comes forwards from the
shady pergola: She is already quick and independent. Her short step
is steady and Her white sandals do not stumble amongst the pebbles.
Her graceful gait already resembles the slightly undulating step of a
dove, and She is all white - like a little dove - in Her linen dress
which reaches down to Her ankles. It is a wide dress curled at the
neck by a blue ribbon and the short sleeves show rosy and plump
forearms. She looks like a little angel: Her hair is silky and
honey-blonde, not very curly but gracefully wavy ending in curls: Her
eyes are sky blue, Her sweet little face is rosy and smiling. Also
the breeze that through Her wide sleeves inflates the shoulders of
Her linen dress helps to give Her the appearance of a little angel
having his wings half-open ready to fly.
She has in Her hands poppies,
cornflowers and other flowers that grow in cornfields, but I do not
know their names. She is walking and when She is near Her mother She
starts running, shouting joyfully and, like a little dove, She ends
Her flight against Her mother's knees: she has opened them to receive
Her. Anne has put her needlework aside so that She would not get
pricked and has opened her arms to embrace Her.
So far yesterday evening. This morning
She reappears and continues as follows.
« Mummy, Mummy! » The little white
dove is completely in the nest of Her mother's knees, touching the
short grass with Her little feet and hiding Her face in Her mother's
lap, so that only Her golden hair can be seen on the nape of Her neck
over which Anne bends to kiss it fondly.
Then She lifts Her head and offers Her
mother flowers. They are all for Her mummy and of each one She tells
the story She has invented.
This blue and big one, is a star which
has come down from Heaven to bring the kiss of the Lord to My mummy.
Here: kiss this little celestial flower there, on its heart, and you
will see that it tastes of God.
This other one, instead, which is a
paler blue, like daddy's eyes, has written on its leaves that the
Lord loves daddy very much because he is good.
And this tiny little one, the only one
to be found, (it is a myosote), is the one that God made to tell Mary
that He loves Her.
And these red ones, does mummy know
what they are? They are pieces of king David's dress, stained with
the blood of the enemies of Israel and sown on the battlefields and
the fields of victory. They originate from those strips of the heroic
regal dress torn in the struggle for the Lord.
Instead this white and gentle one, that
seems to be made with seven silk cups looking up to the sky, full of
perfumes, and that was growing over there, near the spring - daddy
picked it for Her amongst the thorns - is made with the dress of
Solomon. He wore it, so many many years before, in the same month in
which his little granddaughter was born, when he walked in the midst
of the multitudes of Israel before the Ark and the Tabernacle, in the
splendid majesty of his robes. And he rejoiced because of the cloud
which returned to encircle his glory, and he sang the canticle and
the prayer of his joy.
« I want to be always like this
flower, and like the wise king I want to sing throughout My life
canticles and prayers before the Tabemacle » ends Mary.
« How do You know these holy things,
my darling? Who told You? Your father? »
« No. I do not know who it is. I think
I have always known them. Perhaps there is one who tells Me and I do
not see him. Perhaps one of the angels that God sends to speak to
good people. Mummy, will you tell Me another story? »
« Oh, my dear! Which story do You wish
to know? »
Mary is thinking, deeply absorbed in
Her thoughts. Her expression should be immortalized in a portrait.
The shadows of Her thoughts are reflected on Her childish face. There
are smiles and sighs, sunshine and clouds, thinking of the history of
Israel. Then She makes up Her mind: « Once again the story of
Gabriel and Daniel, where Christ is promised.» And She listens, with
Her eyes closed, repeating in a low voice the words Her mother says,
as if to remember them better. When Anne comes to the end She asks: «
How long will it be before we have the Immanuel? »
« About thirty years, my darling.»
« Such a long time! And I shall be in
the Temple... Tell Me, if I should pray very hard, so hard, day and
night, night and day, and I wanted to belong only to God, for all My
life, for this purpose, would the Eternal Father grant Me the grace
of sending the Messiah to His people sooner? »
« I do not know, my dear. The Prophet
states: "Seventy weeks". I do not think a prophecy can be
wrong. But the Lord is so good » she hastens to add, seeing tears
appear on the fair eyelashes of her child, « the Lord is so good
that I believe that if You do pray very hard, so hard, He will hear
Your prayer.»
A smile appears once again on Her
little face, which She has lifted up towards Her mother and the rays
of the sun, filtering through the vine branches cause Her tears to
shine like dew-drops on very thin stems of alpine moss.
« Then I will pray and I shall be a
virgin for this.»
« But do you know what that means? »
« It means that one does not know
human love, but only the love of God. It means that one has no other
thought but for the Lord. It means to remain children in the flesh
and angels in the heart. It means that one has no eyes but to look at
God, and ears to listen to Him, and a mouth to praise Him, hands to
offer oneself as a victim, feet to follow Him fast, and a heart and a
life to be given to Him.»
« May God bless You! But then You will
never have any children, and yet You love babies and little lambs and
doves so much... Do You know that? A baby is for his mother like a
little white and curly lamb, he is like a little dove with silk
feathers and coral mouth to be loved and kissed and heard say:
"Mummy!" »
« It does not matter. I shall belong
to God. I shall pray in the Temple. And perhaps one day I will see
the Immanuel. The Virgin who is to be His Mother must be already
born, as the great Prophet says, and She is in the Temple... I will
be Her companion on... and maidservant. Oh! Yes. If I could only meet
Her, by God's light, I would like to serve Her, the Blessed One. And
later, She would bring Me Her Son, She would take Me to Her Son, and
I would serve Him too... Just think, mummy!... To serve the Messiah!!
» Mary is overcome by this thought that exalts Her and makes Her
totally humble at the same time. With Her hands crossed over Her
breast and Her little head slightly bent forward and flushed with
emotion, She is like an infantile reproduction of the Annunciation
that I saw. She resumes: « But will the King of Israel, the Lord's
Anointed, allow Me to serve Him? » « Have no doubts about that.
Does King Solomon not say: “There are sixty queens and eighty
concubines and countless maidens?” You can see that in the King's
palace there will be countless maidens serving the Lord. »
« Oh! You can see then that I must be
a virgin? I must. If He wants a virgin as His Mother, it means that
He loves virginity above all things. I want Him to love Me, His
maiden, because of the virginity which will make Me somewhat like His
beloved Mother... This is what I want... I would also like to be a
sinner, a big sinner, if I were not afraid of offending the Lord...
Tell Me, mummy, can one be a sinner out of love of God ? »
« But what are You saying, my dear? I
don't understand You.»
« I mean: to commit a sin in order to
be loved by God, Who becomes the Saviour. Who is lost, is saved.
Isn't that so? I would like to be saved by the Saviour to receive
His loving look. That is why 1 would like to sin, but not to commit a
sin that would disgust Him. How can He save Me if I do not get lost?»
Anne is dumbfounded. She does not know
what to say.
Joachim helps her. He has approached
them walking noiselessly on the grass, behind the low hedge of
vine-shoots. « He has saved You beforehand, because He knows that
You love Him and You want to love Him only. So You are already
redeemed and You can be a virgin as You wish » says Joachim.
« Is that true, daddy? » Mary
embraces his knees and looks at him with Her clear blue eyes, so like
Her father's and so happy because of this hope She gets from Her
father.
« It is true, my little darling. Look!
I was just bringing You this little sparrow, that at its first flight
landed near the spring. I could have left it there but its weak wings
did not have enough strength to fly off again, and its tiny legs
could not hold it on to the slippery moss stones. It would have
fallen into the water. But I did not wait for that. I took it and now
I am giving it to You. You will do what you like with it. The fact is
that it was saved before it fell into the danger. God has done the
same with You. Now, tell me, Mary: have I loved the sparrow more by
saving it beforehand, or would I have loved it more saving it
afterwards? »
« You have loved it now, because you
did not let it get hurt in the cold water.»
« And God has loved You more, because
He has loved You before You sinned.»
« And I will love Him wholeheartedly.
Wholeheartedly. My beautiful little sparrow, I am like you. The Lord
has loved us both equally, by saving us... I will now rear you and
then I will let you go. And you in the forest and I in the Temple
will sing the praises of God, and we shall say: “Please send the
One You promised to those who expect Him.” Oh! Daddy, when are you
taking Me to the Temple? »
« Soon, my dear. But are You not sorry
to leave Your father? »
« Yes, very much! But you will come...
in any case, if it did not hurt, what sacrifice would it be? »
« And will You remember us? »
« I always will. After the prayer for
the Immanuel I will pray for you. That God may give you joy and a
long life... until the day He becomes the Saviour. Then I will ask
Him to take you to the celestial Jerusalem. »
The vision ends with Mary tightly
clasped in Her father's arms.
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Jesus says:
Jesus says:
«I can already hear the comments of
the doctors with captious objections: "How can a little girl not
yet three years old speak thus? It is an exaggeration". And they
do not consider that they make a monster of Me by ascribing adults'
actions to My own childhood.
Intelligence is not given to everybody
in the same way and at the same time. The Church has fixed the age of
reason at six years of age, because that is the age when even a
backward child can tell good from evil, at least in basically
important matters. But there are children who long before that age
are capable of discerning and understanding and wanting with
sufficiently developed discretion. Little Imelde Lambertini, Rosa da
Viterbo, Nellie Organ, Nennolina, may give you confirmation, o
difficult doctors, to believe that My Mother was able to think and
speak like that. I have quoted four names at random amongst the
thousands of holy children who populate My Paradise, after reasoning
on earth as adults for possibly more or fewer years.
What is reason? A gift of God. God can
therefore give it as He wishes, to whom He wishes and when He wishes.
Reason in fact is one of the things that make you more like God, the
Intelligent and Reasoning Spirit. Reason and intelligence were graces
given by God to Man in the Earthly Paradise. How full of life they
were, when Grace was alive, still intact and active in the spirit of
the first two Parents!
In the Book of Jesus Ben Sirach it is
stated: “All wisdom is from the Lord, and it is His own for ever.”
What wisdom, therefore, would men have had, had they remained
children of God?
The gaps in your intelligence are the
natural fruits of your fall from Grace and honesty. By losing Grace
you banished Wisdom for centuries. As a meteor which is hidden behind
masses of clouds, Wisdom no longer reached you with its bright
flashes, but through mist which your prevarications have rendered
thicker and thicker.
Then Christ came and He restored Grace,
the supreme gift of the love of God. But do you know how to keep this
gem clear and pure? No, you do not. When you do not crush it with
your individual will in sinning, you soil it with your continuous
minor faults, your weaknesses, your attachment to vice. Such
attempts, even if they are not a proper marriage with the septiform
vice, are a weakening of the light of Grace and of its activity. And
then, to weaken the magnificent light of intelligence that God had
given the First Parents, you have centuries and centuries of
corruption, which exert a harmful influence on the body and on the
mind.
But Mary was not only the Pure, the new
Eve created for the joy of God: She was the super Eve, the
Masterpiece of the Most High, She was the Full of Grace, the Mother
of the Word in the mind of God.
Jesus Ben Sirach says: "Source of
Wisdom is the Word". Will the Son therefore not have put His
wisdom on His Mother's lips?
If the mouth of a Prophet was purified
with embers, because he had to repeat to men the words that the Word,
the Wisdom, entrusted to Him, will Love not have cleansed and exalted
the speech of his infant Spouse Who was to bear the Word, so that She
should no longer speak as a little girl and then as a woman, but only
and always as a celestial creature melted in the great light and
wisdom of God?
The miracle is not in the superior
intelligence shown by Mary in Her childhood, as afterwards it was by
Me. The miracle is in containing the Infinite Intelligence, that
dwelt there, within suitable bounds, so that crowds should not be
startled and satanic attention should not be awakened.
I will talk again on this subject which
is part of the "remembrance" which saints have of God.»
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