May
5, 1947. Maria Valtorta prays with Our Lady of Fatima:
The
morning rosary, and then the three rosaries in the afternoon and the
golden roses. Each Hail Mary is a rose that falls from the crown of
15 mysteries of Our Lady, because each bead has been transformed into
a golden rose, and the Virgin detaches one with each Hail Mary I say,
and lets it fall upon the world, in the places I have recognized and
on the nations that are deserving of it.
How beautiful it was to say
the rosary with Her! I never tired of it. Now I still have in my eyes
the luminous cascade of golden roses and in my heart the bliss of
having been with the Mother of God for so many hours.
May
8, 1947.
Our
Lady of Fatima, appearing to me as she usually appears, says:
“On
the 5th, I gave you the intellectual vision of what a well-recited
Rosary is: a shower of roses upon the world. With every Hail Mary
that a loving soul says with love and faith, I let a grace fall.
Where? Everywhere: on the righteous to make them more righteous, on
sinners to bring them to repentance. How many! How many graces rain
down because of the Hail Marys of the Rosary! White, red, and golden
roses. White roses of the joyful mysteries, red roses of the
sorrowful mysteries, golden roses of the glorious mysteries.
“All
powerful roses of grace through the merits of my Jesus. Because it is
His infinite merits that give value to every prayer. Everything that
is good and holy is and happens because of Him. I distribute, but He
gives the value. Oh! Blessed be my Child and Lord!
“I
give you the pure white roses of the great merits of the perfect
divine Innocence of My Son, perfect because
voluntarily chosen to be preserved as such by the Man. I give you
the crimson roses of the infinite
merits of the Suffering of my Son, so willingly endured for you. I
give you the golden roses of His most perfect Charity. I give you
everything of my Son, and everything of my Son sanctifies and saves
you.
“Oh!
I am nothing, I disappear in His splendor, I only perform the act of
giving, but He, He alone
is the inexhaustible source of all graces! And you, my beloved souls,
listen to these words of mine: Do the will of the Lord with a
cheerful spirit. Doing His Most Holy Will with sadness is to halve
the great merit of doing it. Resignation is already
something that God rewards. But the joy of doing God's Will
multiplies the merit a hundredfold, and therefore the reward, of
doing this divine Will, always, always, always just, even if perhaps
it does not seem so to man. Therefore, do with a cheerful spirit
whatever God wills. And you will be pleasing to Him and most beloved
to me, your Mother. Remain in peace under my watchful gaze, which
will never abandon you.”
Maria
Valtorta’s note:
Also today, the 8th, I said the Holy Rosary with
Our Lady of Fatima! But today Our Lady didn't pick the roses [… as
in]
the symbolic gesture on the 5th.
Now I know the value of a well-said Hail Mary! The rosary of 15
decades consisted of 5 white roses like pearls, 5 red roses like
rubies, and 5 golden ones like the other day. And Mary, as she went
through it, saying the Gloria and the first part of the Our Father,
from "Our Father" to "on earth," and of the Hail
Marys only "Blessed (she didn't say 'the fruit of your womb')
Jesus," looked down at the world with her indescribable gaze of
peace, love, and pity, and smiled a slightly sorrowful smile in its
sweetness.
I
understood why Our Lady of Fatima attracts me so much, even more than
Our Lady of Lourdes, whom
I also love so much. Because she is more ours, more of a Mother. Our
Lady of Lourdes looks at Heaven; she seems eager to return there, to
lose herself in God: she is the Immaculate Conception, the Woman of
Heaven. But Our Lady of Fatima looks at us, looks at this poor Earth
where she was a woman like every creature and whose sorrows and needs
she knows, this poor Earth that needs her so much, and she is all
pity for us: she is our Mother, she is the Heart of Mary that loves
and watches over us. The first is for the Lord and for the Angels.
But this Our Lady of Fatima is for us sinners. She prays for us. She
is truly "the Mother," the purest and most compassionate.
Based
on Maria Valtorta, The
Notebooks 1945-1950,
pp. 390-392.
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