Tearful Eyes Meet Mine
As I gazed up at her beautiful image, her tearful eyes searched my heart and it was then at that moment, in that listening and silent stance on my knees before her that she spoke to my heart like no other time that I have ever heard her speak to me before.
The words written above are words that I left you pondering as I brought my last posting to a close two weeks ago. Now I continue describing my experience as I knelt before the International Pilgrim Statue of Our Lady of Fatima on July 12, 2019 at Our Lady of Lourdes Church in Malverne, New York.
Her “tearful eyes” met mine and in that moment I realized she was speaking so profoundly to my heart.
She was asking for my “yes.” She was asking much of me again. This time I wasn’t being called to tell on myself to my aunt and uncle who I disobeyed and ran visiting the Church across the street from their apartment building, without them knowing. This time, I wouldn’t be shaking in my boots and telling them that on that visit, I saw a statue of the Blessed Mother shed tears. This time it was crucial. This time, she was asking so much more of me, more so than ever.
Compelled to Write
I am compelled to write tonight and as the title states above, “She” tells me. . .
“Say This Word to Them – Tears Flood My Eyes Night and Day Unceasingly.”
These words are taken from Holy Scripture, Jeremiah 14:17. I came across them only an hour ago when I opened up a book entitled, “The Tears of Mary and Fatima,” by Albert Joseph Hebert, S.M, that was delivered to my home today. I found this book on Amazon and realize now that I had it many, many years ago and since that time I have “passed” it on to others.
But this afternoon, it has found its way back to my home and the page I opened up randomly to is:
“Chapter 12 – Two Famous Weeping Fatima Statues in United States”
The above cited chapter is a lengthy one and to try to cover the information provided would not be possible. What I can share is that the statue they were referring to in the chapter is the very same one that just visited the Diocese of Rockville Centre, New York on a pilgrimage here from July 12-27, 2019. I had heard that this statue had wept nearly 30 times since 1947 when she was carved by a famous sculptor in Portugal under the direction of Sr. Lucia who was one of the three shepherd children of the Fatima apparitions in 1917. She also had wept months before “Roe vs. Wade” was passed in the United States.
Why the Tears?
I quote a little passage from the book concerning the tears of Mary:
Child witnesses have simply said, “Mary is crying!” Intelligent adults but with the simplicity of faith have said, “Mary weeps!” and “Our Lord wept!”
The demon does not move hearts through holy tears. But Christ and Mary do. In brief the lady of the weeping Fatima statues would sum up the Blessed Virgin’s substantial message thus:
“Stop sinning! Return to my Son. Go to your Eucharistic Lord with hearts in adoration, reparation and please for His Merciful Love. Or face great tribulation.”
St. Pope John Paul II, homily at Fatima said:
“If the Church has accepted the Message of Fatima, it is above all because that message contains a truth and a call whose basic content is the truth and the call of the Gospel itself.”
For Whom the Bell Tolls
A Dialog had taken place between my heart and hers during our gaze of love towards each other.
She asked me to “dry her tears with my prayers of love.” She asked “to be consoled.”
At that moment, the church bells of Our Lady of Lourdes began to toll. And then the question came that I will never forget.
“For Whom Does the Bell Toll My Child?”
I thought, “here, in Our Lady of Lourdes Church and all that were praying before Her?”
Her reply came back quickly,
“You may think just where the place where your heart beats!
But my little one, the bell tolls for the world – for the hearts that are not permitted to beat.
It’s a death toll that you hear.
If only my children would listen.
If only they would turn back to my Son.
How many “if onlys” do I have in my heart?
My tears are for all my children.
Feel my sorrow my little one and walk beside me untiringly.”
I was beside myself in sadness. “What should I do?”
She replied back,
“Do not let your rosary leave your hands.
Are they not in mine always?
What more do you need than the beads you hold in your hands and the ones I hold in mine.”
These are the only two words I can use to describe the experience that I had just recorded in my journal with my Heavenly Mother. Hadn’t she told me that evening of January 16, 1961 as I knelt at the bedside the evening in prayer,
“I will be your mother,” she announced to me hours before my own mother would die.
This was clearly my mother, my heavenly mother
Sharing her pain and sorrow with me, her daughter.
I read those words back for the remaining time I spent at Our Lady of Lourdes.
I spent six hours there that day under her gaze.
I spent six hours telling her that I would do everything possible that she desired of me in my life.
I spent six hours sorrowing with her and. . .
I spent six hours with her tearfully.
A Spiritual Meeting
When I returned home that afternoon from Our Lady of Lourdes, I kept thinking of the words “For Whom the Bell Tolls.”
I was just plain overwhelmed with all that had happened and I quickly realized I had to get ready for the next day, Saturday, July 13th.
I had no time to reflect on Friday, when Saturday was coming upon me quickly and it was my own parish of St. Thomas the Apostle that was receiving the Pilgrim Statue from 9:00 am until the 5:00 pm Mass. There were last minute details and I had to switch gears and concentrate on the anticipated tomorrow. It was beyond beautiful and I will write of this surreal day at St. Thomas in another blog posting but for now I wish to write about my meeting with a woman named Lillian.
Lillian arrived through a side door of St. Thomas the Apostle Church on Saturday, right before the 5:00 pm Mass was to begin. I greeted her with a big smile. I felt I had known her in my past and she had the same feeling. We tried to compare notes and see where our lives may have connected but somehow we couldn’t connect the dots. I found out quickly it wasn’t about the past why Lillian had walked into my life through that side door of St. Thomas; it was for the future because she would be sending me a little video of bells tolling.
Why you might ask?
Her daughter lives in Italy and she wanted me to hear those bells tolling in her daughter’s home town.
You can’t make it up!
So you, too, will hear the bells tolling below when you click on the link. Mama covers all bases when she wants you to receive her message wholeheartedly without any doubts.
I realized, too, that the Blessed Mother wanted me to read and meditate upon the poem below. Here it is for your meditation as well. I believe the words: “Each man’s death diminishes me . . . for I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know . . . for whom the bell tolls.”
Clearly this poem defines the Blessed Mother’s heartbreaking words to my soul on July 12th about the “Hearts That Are Not Permitted to Beat” and how that “very act” diminishes each of us!!!!
For Whom the Bell Tolls
By John Donne
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
One week later, on Friday, July 19th, I would receive a mailing from the Miraculous Medal Association that was entitled, “Tears for Mary.” I couldn’t believe it! They were sending out little packets of water that represented “your tears or the tears of someone you know and love – symbolic of your joy, gratitude, pain or sorrow.”
The invitation was to send back the packet of water. They would be blessed and offered to Our Lady by pouring them into the flowing stream at the Grotto on the grounds of the National Shrine on September 15th – Our Lady of Sorrows.
I just sat numbly on the couch with all the papers and packet of water in my lap. I was convicted of the fact that I had received a heartfelt plea and message from the Blessed Mother on July 12th and to make it known.
Above is part of the envelope that I pasted into my journal. I just had to keep a memento of that awesome moment when I brought the mail in that Friday afternoon showing the “teardrop.”
The Miraculous Medal Association also defined a teardrop so beautifully as follows:
“A teardrop is little more than water and salt, and yet it represents the complexity of human emotion.”
The Boy Cries With His Mother
This image speaks volumes to my heart and so do the words. I hope they do the same for you. I found the image on Instagram. Benedictus official with the following notation:
The Boy Jesus cries to see his Blessed Mother . . . they cry for us!
Below you will find the link that will take you to the “Gift of Lillian” and confirmation of Our Lady’s words to my heart as I gazed up at her “tearful face.”
Below, too, is an image of beautiful Blue Roses that just were delivered from my dear friend Maria symbolizing the Blue Army also known as The World Apostolate of Fatima.
These Blue Roses are Dedicated To
Larry and Tom,
(two of the three Guardians who accompany the International Pilgrim Statue throughout the World)
Both of them leave their families, their homes, their everything
to commit to the Mission of the World Apostolate of Fatima/the Blue Army!
They travel Worldwide to bring the Message of Fatima “home” to everyone’s heart.
For a wealth of information please see link below to
the World Apostolate of Fatima/Blue Army!
Lillian’s Gift of “The Bells”
©2019 Anita Guariglia
Photo credit/Blue Roses/Anita Guariglia
Photo credit/Larry and Tom/Anita Guariglia
Photo credit/Our Lady with Teardrop/Anita Guariglia
Photo credit/Our Lady of Fatima International Pilgrim Statue/Anita Guariglia
Photo credit/Boy Jesus/Mary Crying/Benedictis Official Instagram
Photo credit/Featured Image/Our Lady of Fatima in Tears/
The American Society of Tradition, Faith and Property website
Photo credit/Church Bells/Pexels.com
Video of Church Bells/Lillian DeMarco