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Nov 4Edited

This attack on our Blessed Mother, Queen of Heaven, made me angry at these damned heretics and apostates. As I continued reading, I felt a sadness so deep in my soul that I had tears in my eyes. How long oh Lord?! How long until You return in glory and end all of this spiritual murder taking place! Tonight I not only offer my Rosary for the poor souls in Purgatory, but for atonement to Our Lady who has been so awfully dishonored. Our Lord can in no way be pleased. Lord, have mercy on us!

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This is scandalous and heartbreaking. Our Lady is the Co-Redemptorix; she was intimately involved with Our Lord's work of redemption. She witnessed his Passion and Crucifixion, and he was her son! Let me quote a translation of the Stabat Mater:

At the Cross her station keeping,

Stood the mournful mother weeping,

Close to Jesus to the last.

Through her heart, His sorrow sharing,

All His bitter anguish hearing,

Now at length the sword had pass'd.

Oh, how sad and sore distress'd

Was that Mother, highly blest

Of the sole begotten One!

Christ above in torment hangs;

She beneath beholds the pangs

Of her dying glorious Son.

Is there one who would not weep,

Whelmed in miseries so deep,

Christ's dear Mother to behold?

Can the human heart refrain

From partaking in her pain,

In that Mother's pain untold?

Bruised, derided, cursed, defiled,

She beheld her tender Child

All with bloody scourges rent;

For the sins of His own nation,

Saw Him hang in desolation,

Till His Spirit forth He sent.

O thou Mother! fount of love!

Touch my spirit from above,

Make my heart with thine accord;

Make me feel as thou hast felt;

Make my soul to glow and melt

With the love of Christ my Lord.

Holy Mother! pierce me through;

In my heart each wound renew

Of my Saviour crucified;

Let me share with thee His pain,

Who for all my sins was slain,

Who for me in torments died.

Let me mingle tears with thee,

Mourning Him who mourn'd for me,

All the days that I may live:

By the Cross with thee to stay;

There with thee to weep and pray;

Is all I ask of thee to give.

Virgin of all virgins best!

Listen to my fond request:

Let me share thy grief divine;

Let me, to my latest breath,

In my body bear the death

Of that dying Son of thine.

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