A Rose Garden, the Catholic Church
I have often lately as I have prayed, heard “The secrets of the King should not be shared with strumpets, vagabonds and those who gossip at the temple gates”. I ,from this of course, have learnt anything which happens to me that takes place with others present is not meant to be kept secret. I wrote before, early in these blogs, that I agreed, when the path I was taking became apparent, when I realized that I was not talking to myself, but as I was told it was, "I am the Queen of the Most Holy Rosary," then I would do all I was prompted, urged to do or whatever I was driven to do if one of three criteria was met. If it was confirmed in scriptures, confirmed (without my asking or describing and out of the blue) by someone whose authority I could trust or if it was confirmed with prayer”. I was told it would be so. I then said interiorly that I would not do it if people would be led astray. I heard interiorly a musical thrilling voice, “You will lead no one astray, We will always call you back”. Then from a source, I trusted, I was told say this prayer, “I Michael sealed in the Holy Spirit , (baptised and anointed in the Precious Blood of my Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ), ask in the name of Jesus that the God of us all commands whoever speaks to me to give me their name”. The parentheses contain my own addition. To me even that was not enough so I scanned scripture and as I written previously before the foolish people who said, “Test the spirits” who are so annoying with their cant and foolishness could never say how when I questioned them, “How do I”. My answer is in scriptures again. I refuse to say what or how as it is too easy, in this day and age, with the hubris and pride of certain groups in our most Holy Papal Catholic Church out of their hubris and pride to claim the same result as I have received time and time again. Also I learnt how to know if others who claim to have visions really do.
In fact I point out an error I made. I used the same prayer with certain additions when I do not get the answer I look for, that answer that fulfills the discernment I need to have. I was told, “Michael you must stop sending me to Hell. The devil is agitated when I go there” I apologized for my errors as I did not know it was You ". "Michael,” She said, “If you do not know Me after all these years, you had better go to confession”. I did and the priest did not want to hear what I confessed. Perhaps this was a calling back?
Her is an incident that many of you will not want to hear. My sister phoned me from England. My nephew the night before dreamt of a little old couple on their hands and knees rooting out brambles and weeds in a field. Slowly they worked their way towards the center until they freed, and uncovered a beautiful rose bush. They stood up and turned, he recognized my wife and myself.
Read the following, but remember this is from Blessed Catherine Emmereich’s life story and also know I am certainly not in or at the same level of holiness that consumed Bl. Kate.
“Since many pious Christians, in order to render their life one perpetual act of adoration, endeavor to see their daily employments as a symbolical representation of some manner of honoring God, thence offering it to Him in union with the merits of Christ. It cannot appear extraordinary that those holy souls, who pass from an active life to one of suffering and contemplation, should sometimes see their spiritual labors under the form of those earthly occupations which formerly filled their days. Then their acts were prayers; now their prayers are acts; but the form remains the same. It was thus that Anne Catherine, in her ecstatic life, beheld the series of her prayers for the Church under the forms of parables bearing reference to agriculture, gardening, weaving, sowing, or the care of sheep. All these different occupations were arranged, according to their signification, in the different periods of the common as well as the ecclesiastical year, and were pursued under the patronage and with the assistance of the saints of each day, the special graces of the corresponding feasts of the Church being also applied to them. The signification of this circle of symbols had reference to all the active part of her interior life. One example will help to explain our meaning. When Anne Catherine, while yet a child, was employed in weeding, she besought God to root up the cockle from the field of the Church. If her hands were stung by the nettles, or if she was obliged to do afresh the work of idlers, she offered to God her pain and her fatigue, and besought him, in the name of Jesus Christ, that the pastor of souls might not become weary, and that none of them might cease to labor zealously and diligently. Thus her manual labor became a prayer.
I will now give a corresponding example of her life of contemplation and ecstasy. She had been ill several times, and in a state of almost continual ecstasy, during which she often moaned, and moved her hands like a person employed in weeding. She complained one morning that her hands and arms smarted and itched, and on examination they were found to be covered with blisters, like what would have been produced by the stinging of nettles. She then begged several persons of her acquaintance to join their prayers to hers for a certain intention. The next day her hands were inflamed and painful, as they would have been after hard work. Then when asked the cause, she replied, “I have had so many nettles to root up in the vineyard, because those whose duty it was to do it only pulled off the stems, and I was obliged to draw the roots with much difficulty out of a stony soil”.
The person who had asked her the question began to blame these careless workmen but he felt much confused when she replied. “You were one of them. Those who only pull off the stems of the nettles leaving the roots in the earth, are persons who pray carelessly”. It was afterwards discovered that she had been praying for several dioceses which were shown to her under the figure of vineyards laid waste and in which labor was needed. The real inflammation of her hands bore testimony to this symbolical rooting up of the nettles. Therefore! we have, perhaps, reason to hope that the churches shown to her under the appearances of vineyards experienced the good effects of her prayer and spiritual labor; for since the door is opened to those who knock, it must certainly be opened above all to those who knock with such energy as to cause their fingers to be wounded.
Search the blog and you will find the time when Mary at Mass asked me to pray with Her for the Church which I do daily. The Church and I have the same guardian angel. with Her