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September 16, 2002
September 17th Holy
Spirit Novena Scripture selection is Day 5 Period I. |
The Novena Rosary
Mystery for September 17th is Sorrowful. |
Messenger: I
looked up to see the big white
tank, the rust was plain
around its upper rim —
I was deeply united to my God
remembering the heights of ecstasy
I had experienced, the
times of deep fullness and
almost being there again as
I recalled them and their
grandeur, anticipating how
wonderful indeed would be
the moments of deepest union
with Him in heaven.
It is funny how deeply I can experience
a moment when united in deep love
to Him and others.
The words are deep and it is always
there for me, experiencing an
eerie sulken, almost purple
morning, one in which the color
of day seems to hang in
a sky far off with a misty white
fog in front of me.
It is the kind of morning that
takes me to Him, like standing
at the entrance of a tunnel,
but it is as if you stand at
this place on this earth below
and see into the future - where
at the end of the purple
morning you will be embraced
by this Divine Light and
united to Him, your Beloved,
your all, all that you have
sought and seek for now.
But in the morning light which was
purple and dark, it has
lifted now and I feel a
special awareness of Him
in this too.
My awareness of Him is constant,
my connection to heaven and
the saints and those who have
passed on is such a reality to
me at every moment.
I long for those moments in the Mass
when I go there to the Church and
unite in the celebration and
then I receive my God.
My heart is always longing for Him.
My heart is always feeling that
lack of completeness I long
for in Him.
I am here in this place, at this
time and yet it truly is
as one on a bus in transit.
I am on a journey and always
aware of my destination.
Depth, I want greater depth
in my life in Him.
There is always that open door,
that long tunnel, that
endless place I can go.
Even in hearing His word, I enter
into a place that is always open —
my heart is excited and wanting
to go so deeply into that open
place, experiencing more deeply
the one I love, the ultimate
mystery, the All Powerful,
All Loving God.
Oh I can barely scratch the surface
of knowledge of Him even in
my attendance at Mass.
I know the whole thing is so
great - at Mass - I know
more the greatness of Him and
this vast universe and
the heaven and all I do not
even see. It is all so
real to me, but my
experience seems so very
shallow knowing that I can
experience it deeper and deeper.
Oh, I feel as St. Theresa, my thoughts
are always of Him, my life lived
for Him, my desire to be His
bride are always before me, my
desire to be complete in Him
forever constant and yet
the Eucharist and His word
feeds me so much.
When I read His word I long to
go deeper into it — it is
always open and I am
always longing for a deeper
experience when I hear it
or read it — to experience
Him and my love for Him
ever more.
My thirsting is so great for
completeness in Him —
I am in that deep and dreary
desert land, here below.
I am like one man walking on the
dry, sandy, desert thirsting,
longing for water.
I am hungry, like one who hasn't
eaten for years —
I know why God kept saying for 6 weeks
"feed the hungry", "feed the hungry."
I am hungry, I am longing for the
fullness I know I can have
only in Him, in heaven.
Comfort, to unite with each other
in this mission — each of us
so deeply united to one another
and to Him.
And yet I do not want to sound as if
my life is not lived in joy,
for He gives me others to love,
to have so deeply in my heart
and there is an incompleteness in
that love I experience with them.
There are moments when I can ponder
the love I have for others and
for the saints and for God
and the very thoughts of it
are thoughts of deep joy and
longing for completeness and
greater capacity to love deeper and
more like Him and experience
every moment in the joy of
being more deeply united to
Him and to all.
Oh I may sound like I ramble on but
I do so because as Fr. Carter always
taught me "it is ineffable."
The purple skies lift, the tunnel is
always there, my life is not
given to me to spend in
contemplation like this all day
and yet it is this that helps to
quiet my heart hungering for
Him and the grandeur of heaven,
of knowing Him more fully, of
being enlightened by Him to know.
Every day comes with a dress —
some days He dresses in a purple hue —
some days wear a deep blue —
some a golden light —
others a reddish glow of a burning
flame
most may appear as a whitish,
milky haze with the polluted
air —
every flower He paints, He tends to
the detail of the smallest flower—
the little things in its interesting
centers so we can gaze upon
it and know we never see
all there is to see in it —
look at the earth —
can your eyes behold the grandeur
of it all —
do you see every leaf of the giant
old oak tree —
could you study its bark alone for
a thousand years —
could you bring out your microscopes
and enlarge it
and when you have done so, do you see
a tiny creature lurking in a small
pore of the bark, with little antlers
or wings and little feet.
I stand at the door of the tunnel and
I look and I know there is
so much to see and to know
and I thirst for it, I hunger
for the knowledge of Thee —
Oh Holy Spirit enlighten me and give
me the eyes to see, for my
eyes feel they are coated with
mud.
On September 5, 2002, it rained and yet
the colors of the image before me, as
it changed very rapidly — right
before my eyes —
I know the blue of the sky and the
blue of the water, but the blue of
Mary's gown was a mystical blue
of depth I cannot describe, nor
ever saw before or may never
see again. It glistened with a silver-
golden lining and a depth of
precision I cannot describe.
I can see the blue of man-made things
and it is just that man-made plastics
etc, but to see the gown of Mary
changing before me as painted
by God, it was awesome and
after seeing it, it quickly changed
to a deeper golden gown but
I saw it so very distinctly and
clearly and it had a depth
that was to me, inexhaustible and
not ending.
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September 16, 2002 message continues
Messenger:
The golden fire color where Jesus'
face was came in that corner
and it was more gold than I
ever saw.
Oh I saw this before my eyes and
it was not static, nor did it
appear contained, nor can I describe
it here for it was deeper than the
pane of that glass to me, it was a wonder
to see more than any movie one
could watch of the waves at
sea, it was in its own way, a
deeper blue that did not end, it
was mystical and I cannot even
begin to explain it.
And I looked into His eyes and I saw
Him before me in the pain He
gave me, there was this sweetness
in the quiet moment of pain —
a sweetness of knowing God
and knowing which I hold
so dear is real.
My heart is quieted only by Thee.
The rustling and bustling cars go
by on the busy freeway
and within each person
carries their own thoughts
and experiences and they live
in a world of the unknown.
I see the lightning steel across the sky
and I can barely make out the
building tops and trees, the
sky.
It happens so quickly — He lights
the night for that split second.
We live in a sort of night here below —
we do not see the picture so
clearly — He lifts the veil and
gives us quick glimpses,
just to see a little of it —
Oh our vision is so limited and
there is so much to see —
there is so much to know —
there is the quiet world in all of
us —
a world we can never completely
share with anyone but Him
and He knows it better than ourselves.
I do not know the condition of my kidneys
or my gall bladder or my inner
ear —
Oh the magnificence of God —
He knows all things —
He created the world and all its creatures —
He is Divine
We are human
He is Supreme
We are His creatures
He knows all things —
We know a little —
The Magnitude of God —
He cannot be measured
He is —
He is All Perfect —
He is Unchanging
He is God
Oh I long for Him — to know Him —
to know His works —
to know the whole design —
to love more deeply —
more completely —
with the great capacity
I will have then —
how foolish we are to think I
can see the end —
Oh He can not be contained
He is God.
Little children have a whole
world to discover, all the beauties
of God.
Why do we want to show little
children dark movies?
Their eyes are bright —
They, when living in a family of
love, are looking with
eyes of wonder and
the desire to know.
Little children, babies, little
toddlers are so open —
wanting to know.
We can fill them with love and
tell them about God.
They are like an empty vessel
ready to be filled.
The man at church came up to me
and told me of all the killings
in Cincinnati and terrible things
going on in the world.
In the Church a woman came in
during morning Mass and was
sleeping in the bride's room
on the floor with blankets.
There so much darkness.
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