stabat mater

hostie (ix)

And I saw a Radiant Figure...

going ahead of me. Suddenly, I stood before a high mountain. The Radiant Figure pointed at it, and said: “You must climb this mountain, until you reach the top. First choose your path.”

Now I saw on the left and on the right of the mountain a wind­ing path. I chose the right-hand one. It was a sandy path. After making a few steps, I sank deeper and deeper into the sand, so that I could not proceed any further. I called: “Dear Lord, I cannot walk along.”

The “Radiant Figure” ordered: “Return!”

-

And all of a sudden, I stood again at the foot of the mountain.

Now I took the path on the left. It was rough and rocky, but wind­ing so much that it looked like a labyrinth, from which I could not find the way out. On the left side of that path, I saw a mass of ruins. I tried to go on, but I got more and more entangled in that maze, and I called: “Dear Lord, I am getting lost, please save me, I am exhausted.”

The “Radiant Figure” spoke: “Come, I shall help you.”

And, suddenly, I stood again at the foot of the mountain.

Now I saw that a very long ladder was being placed mid-way against the mountain. I heard the Voice say: “And now go up.” I mounted the ladder and in no time arrived at the top. Then I heard the Voice calling from the clouds: “This period has come to an end. The tide will turn. Watch well! The face of the sun-dial has changed.”

And I saw a big sun-dial...

standing on the top of the mountain.

The hand pointed to a letter “W,” but went slowly in the opposite direction, and stopped at the letter “E.” Thus it turned several times to and fro, between the letter “W” and “E.”

Next to the sun-dial, I saw clergymen of various oriental churches standing near the letter “E.” One of them had an icon in his hand, another was wearing a pointed brocaded cap, and others had different attributes. Moreover, I saw several crosses beside the sun-dial. Near the letter “W” stood an ordinary Cross, which was very tall, and radiated on all sides.

A large, scintillating star surmounted the whole image, and over it appeared the sign. I was allowed to look at all of this for a long time, until every­thing faded away. I thanked the Lord and heard the Voice say: Amen.

 And the Light disappeared slowly out of the Chapel.


~22/10/1978~

hostie (viii)

There was a pause.

And after that I heard...

"Go to Pope Paul and tell him in the name of the Lady of All Nations: 'This is the last warning before the end of the Council. The Church of Rome is in danger of a schism. Warn your priests. Let them put a stop to those false theories about the Eucharist, sacraments, doctrine, priesthood, marriage and family-planning...

"They are being led astray by the spirit of untruth - by Satan - and confused by the ideas of modernism. Divine teaching and laws are valid for all time, and newly applicable to every period. Keep the primacy in your own hands. Grasp the meaning of these my words: the Church of Rome must remain the Church of Rome...

"Do what the Lord has demanded of you in sending Me, the Lady or Mother of All Nations. You are the Pope who was selected for this work. Let the nations say the prayer before My picture, and the Holy Spirit will come! A Church or a people without a Mother is like a body without a soul. This period is now coming at an end."

There followed a pause.

After which I heard: “Go and take the following message to your Bishop in person: give back to the faith­ful their devotion to the Lady of All Nations, and grant permission for the building of the church I have shown.”

Then the finger was withdrawn from the lips and the whole vision vanished from my eyes.

Then again I heard...

“Listen well and hand this on to your Bishop: the time is now at hand. Tell your pastors to remain united in doctrine. This is the last warning from the Lord.”

There was a pause.

And then the voice said very slowly and softly:

“The time is now at hand.”

During the entire communication, the Sacred Host remained active on my tongue. A feeling of great sadness came over me, and I also noticed that all this was said with emphasis, and that the voice sounded very sad.


~31/5/1965~

hostie (vii)

After Holy Communion, when I had gone back to my place...

the Sacred Host all at once began to move again...

and I also heard a word, not with my ears. The word was "transubstantiation..." and upon this, the Sacred Host began to be active again on my tongue to a greater extent that ever before.

Suddenly I heard, “I wanted to give them another chance.”

After this, I saw (not with my eyes) lips with a finger across and I heard: “Do not tell anybody before it has happened…” Here the voice ceased for a moment, after which I heard, “Montini.”

Then I tasted flows of water, and the Sacred Host had gone.


~31/5/1963~

hostie (vi)

Then the Sacred Host decreased in size.

I felt it dissolve on my tongue, becoming smaller and smaller, until nothing solid was left to consume. Only a liquid remained, which had a wonderful kind of taste, not to be compared with anything else.

11/10/1959

-

As I walked back from the Communion rails, it seemed as though the Sacred Host was no longer on my tongue. Instead, I felt as if flows of water were entering my mouth. They kept streaming, I cannot express it otherwise.

It had a very wonderful taste, wholly unknown to us. An exceptional state came over me, and I heard: “I am the living Water. Warn My apostles, so that errors in obviated.“ All the while, fresh water seemed to be flowing through my mouth.

This lasted for a considerable time.

18/10/1959

-

During Holy Communion, the Sacred Host suddenly broke into very small crumbs upon my tongue. All at once I heard: “I am the Seed, which was plunged into Her womb.” Upon this, the crumbs assumed a delicious taste and became fluid.

Then I heard, “I am the living Water.”

Then I was startled [verbaasd] by a violent burning sensation on my tongue.

And I heard: “Fear not, I am the eternal Fire, that was kindled in Her womb for all nations.”

Then the Sacred Host dissolved on my tongue.

25/3/1960

hostie (v)

I received Holy Communion and returned to my place.

All of a sudden, the Sacred Host began to grow on my tongue, becom­ing larger and thicker. It seemed to expand and then suddenly, it came alive. Truly! Strange though it must sound, I felt it as a living object. It must seem irreverently expressed, yet it may help people to form some idea of it, when I say: “It resembled a living fish in its movements.”

I wanted to take it out of my mouth in order to see what it was, but of course, reverence prevented me from doing so. As may be imagined, I got a terrible shock - it was awful! Never having experienced anything alike, I could not make out what was happening to me.

-

But at the same time...

a completely different perception arose in me.

Something so delightful. I may well say, something heavenly.

It was a state such as I had never know.

Then suddenly I heard: “Be not afraid... I am the Lord, your Creator... the Lord Jesus Christ...the Giver of Life.” The dots indicating a silence. “Just as I live in you now, I want to and shall live among all nations.”

-

After this, the Sacred Host began to grow smaller and thinner.

It resumed its usual form and I was able to consume it.


~30/8/1959~

hostie (iv)

As I was in church this morning...

and followed the preparations for Holy Mass...

something very strange happened to my eyes. I natu­rally had them open, as I was watching the altar. And yet it was as though my eyes suddenly jumped open. I cannot express myself better. I also felt it physically. Then I saw the priest and the altar disappear as in a mist in the background.

​A very bright light now appeared before my eyes. In that light I saw three figures, linked with each other in a semicircle. These were of extreme whiteness - white fire, I would almost call it. It startled me [deed me schrikken], for I could not look at it. I placed my hands before my eyes and really thought: “I am going blind.” Yet interiorly, I was impelled to keep on looking, and so I did.

-

Then something very peculiar took place.

The three figures expanded slowly, becoming larger and larger, until they formed in a semi-circle. After this they joined together to form a circle. The centre still appeared as a dark patch. Subsequently, the figures spread out towards the center. Now, only a tiny spot remained dark. Suddenly that spot too was filled, so that all at once a very great sphere of white fire stood before my eyes.

I cannot express it otherwise... I looked at it. All of a sudden I recognized the Sacred Host, such as I had seen it on May 31, 1958 - but without shafts of rays. I could scarcely look at it, and a most peculiar state carne over me. Thus it stayed before my eyes and I kept gazing.

It was white fire - magnificent!​

Then it seemed as if the Sacred Host slowly faded away, and the High Altar as well as the Lady-Altar were bathed in a beautiful light. That lasted for a moment.​ Suddenly, everything appeared again as usual, as it had been when I entered the church.

The priest meanwhile had arrived at the Epistle.


~17/7/1958~

hostie (iii)

Suddenly the Lady was gone.

And in place of her I saw a Host.

It was an incredibly large Host. Thus I could clearly see that it was a normal Host, one like those we see in church - a wafer. Then, in front of the Host, there appeared a large chalice. I saw that the chalice was of splendid gold. It toppled over, with the opening towards me.

From the chalice then, I saw thick streams of blood flowing forth. All of that blood fell upon the globe and streamed down from the earth. It was a very distressing sight, it made me feel quite sick, all the while streams and streams of blood.

This went on for quite a while. But suddenly, all of that was transformed, and everything became a brilliant, dazzling Holy Host. Such a brilliant light emanated from it that I covered my eyes with my hands. I could not look into it and feared to go blind. But inwardly I was forced to look at it.

The Holy Host seemed to be like white fire.

In its center there was a little opening or hollow - I cannot describe it any better.

Then all of a sudden, the Host seemed to burst open, and I saw a floating figure emerging from it. A Person, so mighty, so majestic - forgive me, I cannot convey the majesty and might which was emanating from this figure. It was too overwhelming!

-

I hardly dared to look.

When I did look at that mighty and majestic Figure, I felt within me very strongly: it is the Lord. I felt myself so terribly small, compared to that indescribable majesty. A kind of cloth was wrapped around His body - over His shoulders, and then slanting down around His body. His face was shining incredibly. His feet were placed one upon the other, as you sometimes see on a crucifix.

On His feet I saw a scar, from which beams of light were coming forth. His hands were a bit raised, one hand somewhat higher than the other. In His hands too, I saw some kind of scars. From them as well, great beams of light were coming forth.

-

I saw one Person.

But all the while I kept thinking: and yet there are two.

But when I looked, I saw only one. Still, it kept going through my head: and yet there are two. Then all at once, an indescribable light came from out of their midst, and in it I saw, coming forth from their midst – I cannot express it otherwise – a Dove going down to the globe as fast as an arrow.

Going ahead of that dove was an indescribable light, and behind it an enormous bunch of rays. That light was so immense that, once again, I couldn’t look into it, and had to cover my eyes with my hands. My eyes were hurting from it. Again however, I was forced to look.

-

What glory and what power were shining forth from it all.

That floating Figure, majestic, mighty, grand.

And then that light, with the now brightly illuminated world.

Then I heard:

“Whoever
eats and drinks Me
acquires eternal life
and receives the True Spirit.”


~31/5/59~

hostie (ii)

It was almost three o’clock Sunday afternoon.

We were all gathered in the living room.

From our window I suddenly saw something happening in the air. Startled, I said to my relatives, “Look there!” as I pointed at the sky. We all went over to the window. Suddenly I saw the light, a tremendous light over the Wandelweg. I could not look into it and covered my eyes with my hands.

The others did not see it and asked what was happening. I knelt down and folded my hands. Yet I was compelled to look at it. While looking at it, I thought that the sky was being torn apart. What I saw was really a tearing apart of the sky.

Then I suddenly saw the Lady in all her glory. I cannot possibly describe this overwhelming, heavenly, glorious sight. Never before had I seen her like that. I did not see the sheep, globe and Cross, I only saw the Lady, but with an immense splendor of light and glory about her.

Then I suddenly had to look at her head, and I saw that now she was wearing a crown. This I had never seen before. I didn’t see a crown with diamonds or of gold, yet I knew that it was a crown, sparkling with light on all sides, more beautiful than the most beautiful diamond crown. Moreover, the Lady herself was one blaze of light. Again, it was something heavenly, glorious!

I cannot explain it any better.

-

Then, below this glorious scene, I saw a piece of thin, blue sky and, beneath it, the upper part of the globe. It was completely black. This gave me a terribly sad and ghastly [akelige] impression.

Then I saw the Lady waving her finger continuously to and fro and shaking her head–as if in disapproval and warning–at that black world. I heard: “Do penance.”

-

Then I saw something very peculiar. From out of the dark, black globe I saw all sorts of human heads emerging. I saw them rising slowly upward, then their bodies, and finally I saw those people whole and entire, standing upon the round hemisphere.

While looking at them, I thought: how is it possible that there are so many different races and sorts of people? As I looked on in amazement at all those people, I saw the Lady extending her hands in blessing over those people, and then she no longer looked so sad.

I heard, “Make reparation to Him.”


~31/5/1959~

hostie (i)

hostie < Lat. hostia

sacrifice before battle
(vs. 'victima', after battle)

verschillende soorten, o.a.:
- consultatoria: om de wil van god te kennen
- animalis: om de kracht van god te versterken


~wikipedia~

Jeroen Bosch

Johannes op Patmos

-detail-

maria volk -7-

I now see a radiant, translucent figure...

in a long garment, walking in front of us.

It is a man’s figure, but completely spiritualized. He is carrying a very large Cross, it is dragging along the ground. His face I cannot see, it is all one blaze of light.

He is going into the world with the Cross.

But no one is following Him.

“Alone”, the Lady says to me.

​

“He is walking there, alone in this world...

"It is getting even worse until a certain moment when something dreadful happens, and all at once the Cross is standing in the midst of the world. Now they have to look, whether they like it or not.”

Then I see all sorts of strange images.

I see swastikas beneath the Cross, I see them fall. Then stars, they fall away. Sickles and hammers, everything falls beneath that Cross.

I see red, the red does not fall away completely.

The Lady says: “Everyone looks up. Now, all of a sudden, they want to, but at a cost… It was black on the globe, but now everything has brightened up. Now you see that everything passes, nothing lasts.”

My hand feels like it’s getting lighter now.

All at once, I see the Lady again with the Rosary, and she says: “Keep on praying, the whole world!” She points at the crucifix, and says: “The whole world however will have to return to it - great and small, poor and rich - but it will take effort.”

Now I see the globe before me, and placing her foot on it, the Lady says: “I place my foot on the world. I will help them, and lead them to the goal, but they múst listen…”


~7/10/1945~

maria volk -6-

Then she again takes me along.

We go further, very deep into the garden, and we come to a large Cross. “Take it up, He has gone before you”, the Lady says.

I refuse, and feel as if the people of the whole world did the same, and turned their backs upon the Cross. I am pulled by the hand, and once more I see the Lady standing before me, with her hand in mine.

She again says: “Come.”


~7/10/1945~

maria volk -5-

And then I see other churches of various confessions before me.

The Lady raises her finger in warning.

And showing me the entire Catholic Church again, she says: “The Catholic Church can certainly grow larger, but…” And then she breaks off, and I see long lines of priests, students, nuns etc walking past me. Once more the Lady shakes her head, and says with emphasis: “It is too bad, but this is good for nothing.”

And again she says: “This is good for nothing.”

She looks ahead severely.

Then she points at the students, priests and clergy, and says with emphasis, “A better formation, keeping pace with the times, more up-to-date, more social.”

Then I see a black dove flying above our Church.

“Not a white one,” I say, “but a black one.”

The Lady points at that dove, saying: “That is the old spirit which must disappear.” I suddenly see that dove changing into a white one.

The Lady says, “This is a new, white dove. It is sending out its rays in all directions, for the world is tottering [waggelen], a few more years and the world would perish. Yet, He is coming, and He will put the world in order, but…”

And the Lady waits a while.

“...they múst listen.”

The Lady emphasizes the word ‘must’, as if warning again.

Then she says: “They want to go back, away from here. They do not want to come to this place, they are averse to it, the people.”


~7/10/1945~

maria volk -4-

7 oktober 1945

I come into a magnificent garden -splendidly beautiful - completely different from what you see here on earth. The Lady takes me to a certain spot and says: “This is Justice, this they must seek outside, and it must be recovered, otherwise the world will be lost again.”

While saying this, the Lady points outside. It seems to me as if I could feel Justice. My hand hurts so much, and I cannot bear it, but the Lady smiles and pulls me along.

-

We go to another part of the garden, and the Lady says - while moving her finger to and fro, as if in warning: “This is Truth. Listen carefully. Truth is also here inside, but not out there. Not at all”, she adds.

Truth comes over me as a feeling too. I want to shake off her hand, and I say: “It is so heavy.”

But then the Lady points something out to me, and it is as if I am above something with a bird’s-eye view. I raise two fingers, and suddenly I see our Pope, and beneath him the Vatican. Then I see the entire Church of Rome.

[vaticanus = lege heuvel, orakelplek]

In the sky above the Vatican, I see written in large and clear characters: ‘Encyclical letters’.

[littera encyclica = rondzendbrief]

“That is the good way,” the Lady says to me with emphasis.

“But they are not being lived up to,” she says sadly.

Once more I see the Vatican, and the entire Catholic Church around it. The Lady looks at me, and puts a finger to her lips, while saying to me: “As a secret between you and me,” and again she puts a finger to her lips and adds very softly: “not always there either.”

Once more she smiles at me.

She looks at me encouragingly, and then says:

“But it can be righted.”

maria volk -3-

ik vind een gebed...

in de Engelse versie
beter dan in de Nederlandse

Lord Jesus Christ

Son of the Father

send now your Spirit over the earth 

let the Holy Spirit live in the hearts of all nations

that they may be preserved 

from degeneration, disaster and war

may the Lady of all nations, who once was Mary

be our advocate

amen

en een heel opmerkelijk filmpje
boordevol waarheid, maar ook
vol nog van veel fouten...

desalniettemin...
voor degenen die wél in staat zijn
het kaf van het koren te scheiden...

plaats ik het hier toch
op deze weblogbladzij

maria volk -2-

vanmorgen aan de slag
met dat 'maria-pareltje'

[inzichten komen altijd als pareltjes, als geschenkdoosjes,
die ik verder openen moet, exploreren, uitwerken...]

-

leidt mij, zeer snel,
naar de St. Vrouwe van Alle Volkeren
en de visioenen die ene Ida Peerdeman 
van 1945 tot 1959 heeft gehad in Amsterdam

maria volk -1-

vannacht (in een) droom

er zijn Maria-volkeren
en niet-Maria-volkeren

Vlamingen zijn een Maria volk
Nederlanders niet

Vlamingen een volk dus
dat de Maria-cultus/cultuur in zich draagt

in het Vlaamse onderwijs (zoals het traditioneel was)
wordt een ziel - onbewust - 'mariaal' gevormd
de centrale leerkracht, rustig liefdevol vooraan
leerlingen volgzaam, respectvol luisterend

in de kleutertijd de kring-spelen
zakdoekje leggen

'twee paar schoenen heb ik afgewerkt
een van stof en een van leer
hier leg ik mijn zakdoekje neer'

leer... of e'er... ether?

[opzoeken]

-

er was ook iets met ogen
niet noodzakelijk in dezelfde 'droom'
blauwe ogen, bruine ogen

blauwe ogen... bruine ogen...

bleef herhaald worden

blauw... zee... water

bruin... vuur... zon?

twee soorten van mensen...

-

er klonk een belletje

toen ik wakker werd

blavatsky (3)

de moeder van Yelena Blavatsky
Yelena Andrejewna Gan
schrijfster

blavatsky (2)

nog steeds geen museum
ter ere van haar leven en werk

niettegenstaande de inspanningen van enkelen
die daar - meer dan honderd jaar na Blavatsky's dood -
wél het belang van inzien...

zou het vermelden van dit feit

en het eerbetoon dat ik bij deze zou willen brengen 

aan die luttele groep - ver weg daar in Oekraïne -
enig verschil maken?

ik denk het wel

men mag de atoomkracht van zelfs de geringste
spirituele (lees: liefdes-)inspanningen
niet onderschatten !

blavatsky (1)

geboren 31 juli 1831

als Yelena Petrovna von Hahn

gestorven 8 mei 1891

op verzoek van haar meester

15 jaar lang opgeleid in Tibet en 

vervolgens grondlegster van de Theosofie...

yantra -8

en begrijp je nu
na deze lange lange sessie
vanmorgen...

wat het verschil is
tussen gewoon schilderen
en meditatief schilderen ?

yantra -7

begrijp je nu

na al het voorafgaande

waarom Tripura Sundari

die ook Durga, of Maha Kali wordt genoemd

(en begrijp je ook waarom?...)

de Oer-Moeder...

in deze prent op de tanpura speelt ?

T I P
herinner je je

wat ik een tijdje geleden

over het derde chakra schreef ?

over de rol van het zingen

in het middenschip...

yantra -6

en soms lees je ook wat...

en dat diepe, grondige lezen - úrenlang -
woord na woord, paragraaf na paragraaf
helpt je om nog dieper door te dringen
in de mysteriën achter de dingen

en zelfs het schrijven erover
het uit-drukken helpt je
ultiém zelfs

om de geheimen te ontrafelen

want in het delen
wordt je het hoogste
geschonken

In the principally Shakta theology of Sri Vidya...
the Goddess is supreme... transcending the cosmos...
that is her manifestation.

She is worshiped in the form of a mystical diagram (Sanskrit: 'yantra'). 

A central focus and ritual object composed of nine intersecting triangles. 

Called the Sri Yantra or Sri Chakra.

The Meru Chakra is a three-dimensional form of this, made of rock, crystal or metal - often a traditional alloy of silver, antimony, copper, zinc and pewter - that is held to enhance the flow and generation of its beneficial energies, covered in gold.

Mantras...

are believed to reveal the unity of the deity, the guru, and initiate
ánd the mantra or sound syllable Itself.

The first mantra given to initiates is the Bala Tripurasundari Mantra,
here the Goddess is visualized as a small child.

The next level mantra is the fifteen-lettered Panchadasi,
or Panchadasakshari Mantra.

A higher mantra is the sixteen-lettered Shodasi,
or Shodashakshari Mantra...


~wikipedia~

yantra -5

zo krijgt de leerling steun
van de meesters die de tekenen achterlieten

minder makkelijk te vernielen in steen
dan wat ze neerschreven op papier...

A L S  die leerling 

maar voldoende wil mediteren tenminste

i.e. diep wil verwijlen bij wat hij ziet

bij álles wat hij ziet

iedere dag, telkens weer

yantra -4

in een oogopslag
de spirituele werkelijkheid zien

de schepping, de kosmos, het universum
zoals die uit een goddelijke 'oerknal'
- letterlijk: uit geluid, trilling -
steeds manifester werd

O M

-

of

bij de mens, de buddha
wat boven is, en wat onder

-

zoals aan de voet van de piramiden
de sfinxen rusten, alle agressie
al het seksuele, dierlijke
animale...

yantra -3

KIJK dan
wat zié je ?

yantra -2

διά-γραμμα
door te tekenen verduidelijken
zichtbaar maken, uit-tekenen...

γράφω - graveren, tekenen
διά - door, naar buiten, uit

politieke werkelijkheden bijv.
in een staafdiagram weergeven

in een oogopslag kun je, snél,
de werkelijkheid  Z I E N  !

yantra -1

een yantra
is een diagram

een grafische voorstelling
van een spirituele werkelijkheid

zoals een Venn-diagram dat doet
voor mathematische werkelijkheden

ingel heim

Ingelheim...
'huis van de engelen'...

waar Karel de Grote een Kaiserpfalz stichtte
en Multatuli overleden is...

en waar ik ooit lekker at
in een lokaal restaurant
lang geleden...

hilde gard

vlakbij ook Ingelheim en Bingen
de resten en sporen naar Hildegards klooster
op de linker- en rechteroever van de Rijn...

haar relieken op de rechteroever

- kant van Shree Peetha Nilaya -

in de mooie pelgrimskerk van Eibingen

niet zo ver van de abdij St.-Hildegard

de opvolger van het al lang vernielde

oorspronkelijke klooster...

eber bach

vlakbij, behalve het kuuroord
ook het beroemde klooster Eberbach
meer naar de Rijn toe...

sommigen brengen 'eber' in verband
met het Baskische 'ibar'...

wat 'water in het dal' of
'monding' zou betekenen...

zwaluw bad ?

Bad Schwalbach...

Many crowned heads, princes and counts once came...

to take the waters and visit the gaming parlours where few strict rules applied. After the end of the First World War the nobility quickly lost importance, and thus began the long, drawn-out and somewhat painful transition from a luxury spa to a public one, which only ended after the Second World War.

~wikipedia~