How I Met the Blessed Mother

I was on pilgrimage to Belgium and France. We were there for Fr. Damien's beatification. We were in an ancient monastery. It was just a ruin but it felt like a holy place. My group was sitting in the choir of the monastery singing praise songs and then they sang a Mary song. I got up and walked around. I said to the Blessed Mother "I don't know you, Mary. I don't have any mother feelings toward you. I wish I did, but I just don't." It came right from my heart. I felt her there just behind me and to the left side of me. I knew if I turned around I would see her. It felt like the world went away and it was just us. I heard her interiorly say, "You are my adopted daughter and my pupil." I felt her put her cape around me. I felt her touch on my shoulder. Then she was gone.

Later, I was telling the group's spiritual directors what happened. They became very excited and told that the Blessed Mother had put her mantle around me. It seemed more authentic to me when I described her "mantle" as her "cape". I didn't know the 'catholic language' for what happened to me.

When I came home, I remembered what she told me about my being her pupil. So I asked her to teach me who she is. And she began to do exactly that.

More later....