angry despair.
Light flashed wildly as the skies
began to open up. Standing in another place
amidst the clouds, I looked up to see an
image forming above. Her white veil
covered her head, but did not hide her
radiant face. Sky-blue robes shimmered as if
moved by a light-source emanating from
beneath them. Mother Mary looked at me
with a serene gaze. "I will be with you much
more, now." She conveyed to me. "I want
you to be aware of my presence all around
you." Saying nothing, I just looked at her in
awe. Feeling the presence of Christ, I could
see Him coming in and out of view behind
her. St. Joseph appeared behind them, in and
out. Calming, I fell to my knees.
Reaching her hand towards me, our
hands clasped. Disappearing slowly like a
mirage in the astral sky amidst a realm
where angels fly and visitors must be
invited, I bowed my head, "I thank you. I am
honored."
"Let the storm rage and the sky darken - not
for that shall we be dismayed. If we trust as
we should in Mary, we shall recognize in
her, the Virgin Most Powerful 'who with
virginal foot did crush the head of the
brent
(Brent)
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