JULY 13

July 13 ~ Children in the Mist

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          Very early this morning, I did something I don’t normally do. I was up before dawn and decided to give the car a quick wash. Stepping outside, I briefly glanced up at the sky. A stream of fat, low clouds were unevenly illuminated by some unseen silver light. I assumed it was a low moon. I suppose it was, for I couldn’t see, as it was too low, blocked by a roof and trees.

          But my curiosity led me to the chair I keep handy just outside my bedroom windows. I sat down and gazed at the silent sky and the silver shaded clouds. Above me, a swathe of distant stars diamonded the pink breath of skies unwilling to relinquish its night slumber. A light mist veiled its bride of the skies.

          I might have prayed a little, but I can’t remember. I was exceedingly tired from work this week. And perhaps, I knew within me, that when clouds watch you, no words are needed.

          Several hours later at work, moving from one building to the next, I was caught by surprise. A soft, thick mist had suddenly descended low upon us. It hadn’t been there the hour before. Many people suddenly came out of nearby buildings, milling along corridors, gazing out at the open, at the sudden mists. It was at a busy time. It was surprising that people actually noticed the change; more surprising that a body of people actually came to have a closer look – because the people I work with – they’re not that sort. Very little in the heavens stirs or moves them.

          For brief seconds, a stillness enveloped us all.

          I had a strange, inexplicable feeling that everyone had been drawn out of their rooms to come and see but that they didn’t know what to look at.

          That they looked but could not see.

          I don’t know how I even knew this. But I am sure it was not from a lack of charity.

          Still later, the mists had gone, but glancing up at the skies, I saw clouds dressed in grey. If they portended rain, it would be much welcomed. I always love rain on a Friday. For me it is a fitting end to a work week, washing away the grit, soothing the spirit.

          However, the somber clouds lay unease lightly upon my heart. My thoughts went to an Irish friend, deep in a struggle. Fearing for him, I pressed him into prayer again, even as I went about my day.

          As the evening veils began to dip lower, the text came in.

          Telling of a baby, much loved, gone on to breathe in a world beyond us. We had all prayed so much for him, willing him to defy the odds and live on. I thought of the day God had chosen for this little one to return to where he would live on. This 13th day of July, Feast of the Mystical Rose.

          Just as my thoughts went to it, the image of the crowd from this morning, alerted to something, returned to me. I remembered the strange, thick mist. The gentle silence it wrapped us all in for scant seconds.

          Then, I remembered the dream on Good Friday morn. Of a thick mist rising from a high river. A mist of children. Children long gone, returning.

         Though darkness covers the earth,

and thick clouds, the peoples,

Raise your eyes and look about;

they all gather and come to you…

          The mist of the morning, come to bid a baby home. The mist that brought so many out, to wave a farewell they could not have known but intuited.

          What did we see and yet, not see?

 

 

 

 

 

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Fatima 3 ~ July 13

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          As the July date approached Lucia continued to be troubled by the words of her pastor that the devil might be behind the apparitions. Finally, she confided to Jacinta that she intended not to go. When the day finally dawned, however, her fears and anxieties disappeared, so that the noon hour found her in the Cova with Jacinta and Francisco, awaiting the arrival of the beautiful Lady.

          The apparition of July 13th would prove to be in many ways the most controversial aspect of the message of Fátima, providing a secret in three parts which the children guarded zealously. The first two parts, the vision of hell and the prophecy of the future role of Russia and how to prevent it, would not be revealed until Sr. Lucia wrote them down in her third memoir, at the request of the bishop, in 1941. The third part, usually called the Third Secret, was only later communicated to the bishop, who sent it unread to Pope Pius XII.

          A few moments after arriving at the Cova da Iria, near the holmoak, where a large number of people were praying the Rosary, we saw the flash of light once more, and a moment later Our Lady appeared on the holmoak.

          “Lucia,” Jacinta said, “speak. Our Lady is talking to you.”

          “Yes?” said Lucia. She spoke humbly, asking pardon for her doubts with every gesture, and to the Lady: “What do You want of me?”

          “I want you to come back here on the thirteenth of next month. Continue to say the Rosary every day in honor of Our Lady of the Rosary, to obtain the peace of the world and the end of the war, because only she can obtain it.”

          “Yes, yes.”

          “I would like to ask who You are, and if You will do a miracle so that everyone will know for certain that You have appeared to us.”

         “You must come here every month, and in October I will tell you who I am and what I want. I will then perform a miracle so that all may believe.”

          Thus assured, Lucia began to place before the Lady the petitions for help that so many had entrusted to her. The Lady said gently that she would cure some, but others she would not cure.

          “And the crippled son of Maria da Capelinha?”

          “No, neither of his infirmity nor of his poverty would he be cured, and he must be certain to say the Rosary with his family every day.”

          Another case recommended by Lucia to the Lady’s assistance was a sick woman from Atougia who asked to be taken to heaven.

          “Tell her not to be in a hurry. Tell her I know very well when I shall come to fetch her. Make sacrifices for sinners, and say often, especially while making a sacrifice: O Jesus, this is for love of Thee, for the conversion of sinners, and in reparation for offences committed against the Immaculate Heart of Mary.”

 

First Part of the Secret – The Vision of Hell

          As Our Lady spoke these words She opened her hands once more, as had during the two previous months. The rays of light seemed to penetrate the earth, and we saw as it were a sea of fire. Plunged in this fire were demons and souls in human form, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, floating about in the conflagration, now raised into the air by the flames that issued from within themselves together with great clouds of smoke, now following back on every side like sparks in huge fires, without weight or equilibrium, amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair, which horrified us and made us tremble with fear. (it must have been this sight which caused me to cry out, as people say they heard me do). The demons could be distinguished by their terrifying and repellent likeness to frightful and unknown animals, black and transparent like burning coals. terrified and as if to plead for succor, we looked up at Our Lady, who said to us, so kindly and so sadly:

 

Second Part of the Secret

          “You have seen hell, where the souls of poor sinners go. It is to save them that God wants to establish in the world devotion to my Immaculate Heart. If you do what I tell you, many souls will be saved, and there will be peace.

          This war will end, but if men do not refrain from offending God, another and more terrible war will begin during the pontificate of Pius XI. When you see a night that is lit by a strange and unknown light [this occurred on January 28, 1938], you will know it is the sign God gives you that He is about to punish the world with war and with hunger, and by the persecution of the Church and the Holy Father.

          To prevent this, I shall come to the world to ask that Russia be consecrated to my Immaculate Heart, and I shall ask that on the First Saturday of every month Communions of reparation be made in atonement for the sins-of the world. If my wishes are fulfilled, Russia will be converted and there will be peace; if not, then Russia will spread her errors throughout the world, bringing new wars and persecution of the Church; the good will be martyred and the Holy Father will have much to suffer; certain nations will be annihilated. But in the end my Immaculate Heart will triumph. The Holy Father will consecrate Russia to me, and she will be converted, and the world will enjoy a period of peace. In Portugal the faith will always be preserved…”

 

Third Part of the Secret – Congregation for Doctrine of the Faith, “The Message of Fátima

          After the two parts which I have already explained, at the left of Our Lady and a little above, we saw an Angel with a flaming sword in his left hand; flashing, it gave out flames that looked as though they would set the world on fire; but they died out in contact with the splendor that Our Lady radiated towards him from Her right hand: pointing to the earth with his right hand, the Angel cried out in a loud voice: ‘Penance, Penance, Penance!’.

          And we saw in an immense light that is God: ‘something similar to how people appear in a mirror when they pass in front of it’ a Bishop dressed in white; ‘we had the impression that it was the Holy Father’. Other Bishops, Priests, men and women Religious going up a steep mountain, at the top of which there was a big Cross of rough-hewn trunks as of a cork-tree with the bark; before reaching there the Holy Father passed through a big city half in ruins and half trembling with halting step, afflicted with pain and sorrow, he prayed for the souls of the corpses he met on his way; having reached the top of the mountain, on his knees at the foot of the big Cross, he was killed by a group of soldiers who fired bullets and arrows at him, and in the same way there died one after another the other Bishops, Priests, men and women Religious, and various lay people of different ranks and positions. Beneath the two arms of the Cross there were two Angels each with a crystal aspersorium in his hand, in which they gathered up the blood of the Martyrs and with it sprinkled the souls that were making their way to God.}

          “Remember, you must not tell this to anyone except Francisco.”

          “When you pray the Rosary, say after each mystery: O my Jesus, forgive us, save us from the fire of hell. Lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are most in need.”

          “Is there anything more that You want of me?”

          “No, I do not want anything more of you today.”

          Then as before Our Lady began to ascend towards the east, until She finally disappeared in the immense darkness of the firmament.

          The possession of the Secret proved to be very great trial for the three young ones. Family, neighbors, followers of the apparitions, even the clergy, tried unsuccessfully to get them to reveal it. Finally, as the day of the August apparition approached even the civil government, which was secular and virulently anti-clerical, alarmed by the numbers of people taking an interest in the Fátima events, attempted to wrest it from them and in the process expose the Church as a collaborator in a fraud.

 

(Taken from https://www.ewtn.com/fatima/third-apparition-of-our-lady.asp)