![]() ![]() Peregrine is the patron saint of the sick, especially those suffering from cancer and other incurable diseases. If you or someone you love has been stricken by cancer or another serious disease, St. Jude, Are you or someone you love in need of physical or spiritual healing? Because illnesses, and especially cancer, are among the most urgent requests I receive, I invite you to take advantage of the miraculous healing powers of two powerful saints. Our Lady still speaks publically on the 16th of every month.Dear Friend of St. Soon after the first Way of the Rose circle in Woodstock, NY began as well as our lively Facebook community. On AugShe would invite him to pray the rosary with the words, “If you rise to pray the rosary tonight, a column of saints will support your prayer.” Our Lady continue to appear to Clark and to offer guidance and wisdom. But when I opened my eyes again three quarters of an hour later, she was gone.” During this whole episode her eyes never once left mine.Īfter that I lapsed back into stillness and quietness as before. But she shook her head once very slowly to indicate that for the time being nothing could be said. It was a strange sound that didn’t fit the size of her body-like the rush of air into a vast crypt, or into a cavern that had been sealed for thousands of years.Īt that sound a spell seemed to have been broken, and I opened my mouth to speak. When the tape was off she gave a quick, deep gasp, as though until that moment she had not been able to breathe. Later it wouldn’t matter and we could touch, but not that night. Terrible things might happen were she violated in that condition. I cannot explain now how I knew this, but there was something dangerous about her in her “bound” state. I could feel the pull of her lips and skin against it as I peeled. It came off with some resistance, the way tape does when it is attached to flesh, but not so much that it would have caused her pain. And so I leaned forward and gently pulled it back from her mouth. I could tell that she was desperate to get the tape off her mouth, but for some reason could not do so on her own. I’d have said I was looking at the face of God if it wasn’t the face of a girl. It was as if the rest of my life had been a vision, and she alone was real. I knew that what I was looking at was the face behind every experience I’d ever had. Was she? I asked myself that question repeatedly later on, but the answer was always no. But if I did that you might still imagine her as a vision. The glow of her face, which seemed lit by something like candlelight, although the room was completely dark. I can tell you to the last particular what her hair and face and eyes looked like-the shape of her mouth and her nose. Over her mouth someone had placed an X of black electrical tape. Her eyes were hazel, her auburn hair cut short. Her face was pale and moonlike, with a few freckles around her nose. There beside me was a girl of about seventeen years old. I felt a presence directly to my left and opened my eyes. It was the state one sometimes experiences in those hard-to-describe in-between stages of sleep, except that I was awake.Īfter about forty-five minutes like this, my breath caught in my throat because someone was there I hadn’t seen coming. I quickly entered a place of such quiet that I cannot remember having any thoughts at all-or at least a state in which the thoughts are so few that you can see them coming, like the traveler you witness crossing on an open plain on foot whose approach is visible from a long way off. In the darkness, who can tell the living from the dead? In the dark every voice could be the voice of an ancestor or a spirit guide. Maybe it comes from having spent so much time in the dark. Some people would be frightened at such a thing, but I never was. I’d have loved to walk, but I’d heard the voice before-spoken softly, but clearly, in some innermost room of the mind. The night was unusually beautiful, the weather just this side of cool. Remain calm-and very, very still.” This I did, positioning myself lengthwise on the couch beside the downstairs window, looking out on the moon, the darkness, and the stars. “I was about to leave the house for my walk when I felt the weight of a hand on my shoulder and a voice said, “Don’t go out tonight. In the early hours of JOur Lady first appeared in Woodstock, NY.īelow is an excerpt from Waking Up to the Dark by Clark Strand Now is the Hour of Her Return: Poems in Praise of the Divine Mother Kali.Waking Up to the Dark: Ancient Wisdom for a Sleepless Age. ![]() ![]() The Way of the Rose: The Radical Path of the Divine Feminine Hidden in the Rosary.A Brief History of the Rosary (from 40,000 BC to today). ![]()
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