It was Friday the 3^rd December,2010  and I was sleeping. It was early morning, everything was dark, cold, the snow was deep on the ground and I felt myself being called. I opened my eyes, the room was pitch black, so i turned over on my side to sleep again. “ Tell them about me, your Divine Mother, Mary, Lukshmi. Quan Yin, Pistis Sophia, the Divine Mother to All. I come in many guises but you know me best as Mary Queen of the Angels. the mother of Jesus. Give them my message of Love.
I lay there in my cosy bed struggling to go back to sleep, this must be only a dream as these words were in my head. I didn’t have visions of Mary, I couldn’t see her, feel her only hear her not audibly only in my head. I glanced at the clock, it was 6.30 am. I lay there thinking about the Divine Mother and the promise I made her  in Lourdes last summer. I was praying at her shrine and it was the first time I heard her in my head,"Visit my shrines" she whispered, so there and then I promised I would.I lit my candles and as we walked around the grounds I told my husband of my promise.My husband Ronnie is not Christian, he is a Hindu and we have visited many places in India, many shrines and temples, some devoted to the Divine Mother, the Goddess in many forms. There is a great devotion in India to the Holy Mother as there was at one time in Ireland.
 . We celebrated forty years of wedded bliss in October and we didn’t do anything special for the occasion so recently he booked a weekend for us in Lisbon. This was a total surprise to me and my two sisters are accompanying us as well. I was stunned when I heard Lisbon, that’s in Portugal I thought to myself I wonder how near to Fatima is it. Liz immediately googled it, about 150 kilometres from Lisbon, about 90 minutes from the airport. I smiled to myself, the Lord works in myster ious ways, I had no idea how I was going to get to Fatima when I made that promise, and here it was the perfect opportunity , and I would be keeping my promise to Mary. I silently thanked Her and was quietly amazed. Life carried on until this morning when I was awoken by her soft words. I struggled to get out of the bed and here I am in my kitchen on a very cold morning writing this.

Mary has been a big part of my life since I was a child. My granny instilled into me a love for Her. I used to sleep with my Granny we were a large family in a three bedroom house, so every night when we went to bed Granny would recite a decade of the Rosary and I would answer her. She couldn’t sleep well so she prayed all night. She clasped her beads in her hands and silently repeated the Rosary over and over again, this brought her tremendous comfort. Granny would never allow me to say a bad word or use bad language that would upset her terribly. She would say “now your making Our Lady cry”. She applied this to all our misdecmeanours and we would never want to make Our Lady cry. It was very usual in Ireland in the fifties to have a great devotion to Mary and every May, the month was devoted to her and we would make our May altar at home. We had a tall table and it would be used for this purpose. My mother would place a white tablecloth on it and a statue of the Virgin Mary, flowers and a candle. Every evening we would gather in the living room and pray the Rosary. Granny would sit in her wooden rocking chair and all of us would kneel on the floor, Dad would lead the prayers. This was a time for us as kids when we would get giddy and bored. As Dad said the Hail Mary’s we would respond to the second half and start to giggle. It was hard work kneeling on the lino floors, your knees would be killing you and elbows would be sore from the chairs as you used them for support, but we were not allowed to move until the whole Rosary was finished. This would carry on for the whole month of May and would be repeated every October as well. Looking back it was a great discipline for us but needless to say we didn’t appreciate that at the time.

My childhood was filled with Mary, every summer we would have processions on her feast days and in the month of May. I loved these occasions. It was a great chance for children to wear their Holy Communion dress and veil again. The priest would lead the procession, people following with the statue of the Virgin being carried aloft, the Rosary being chanted and the Hymns to Mary being sung with gusto, how I wished I could sing in those days, to praise her name in song, but alas I am extremely lacking in talent in that area. As the procession would wend its way around the local streets, the old and the infirm would sit at their windows or stand at the gates of their homes with the Rosary beads in their hands and join in the prayers, singing the hymns and being uplifted and comforted by the whole spectacle. The windows would have the May Altar displayed, a simple statue of Mary and some flowers, and the sun always seemed to shine on these occasions. Alas these lovely traditions have died out now.

The terrible treatment of children and the abuse of them by the priesthood and the lack of compassion by the church and their unwillingness to accept responsibility for their in action has led many people here in Ireland away from the church, the official church of Rome, but Mary is appealing to all of us to remember her and her Son Jesus the essence of our own spiritual life. She asks us to walk with her again in our lives, to pray through Her to Jesus and to fill our lives with Love, to show Love to All as we go about our daily lives.

Mary says, “You are my children, and as your Holy Mother I will take care of you, love you only as a Mother does, I will refuse you nothing only Ask in the name of my son Jesus and I will take care of you. I will protect you and care for you and one day you will join me in Heaven, but for now as you lead your life on this Earth, I ask you to take care of the planet, the people on it and all sentient beings upon it as it is the gift of the Divine Father in heaven. I am here to remind you, that you, are  the caretakers of this wonderful world, which is being destroyed by mans greed and politicians refusal to listen to the people. Again I tell you Love is the key, love yourself, love your neighbour, do only as you would wish to be done to you, Love your planet and the animals and other beings upon it and you can do no wrong. Start with yourself as I hear you say” what can I do, I’m only one person on this earth” but as a grain of sand when joined by other grains of sand become a dune and as others join it becomes a beach, each individual when living with Love can make a  difference in the great scheme of things. I ask you I implore you to live with Love in your heart and as the earth moves toward 2012, the great cosmic moment , will be strengthened and with the outflow of love by humanity the Light will increase and travel round the planet and into the great universe beyond and all will be well. Love and Light from the hearts of humanity is all that is needed. I am Mary Queen of the Angels, and I have brought my angels to help you in this hour of need. Call on them to help you, ask your Guardian angel to guide you, ask them to help you live your life in Love, start now, call on me your Divine Mother, call me by any name, I will answer your call no matter where you live n no matter which path your are following to God, just follow the path in Love and Light, all paths lead to your Father in heaven, follow it with Love in your hearts for your fellow men  and do not use religion or the name of God to divide you or allow you to do evil acts, such as bombing, killing or maiming in the name of God, this saddens us and makes God your Father very unhappy. He wants you to live in Love as in the song - Love is all there is- I appeal to you from my heart, live in Love”.

As I write these words from Mary I can feel her great love for humanity and her great sadness at our unwillingness to listen, my heart feels like breaking itself and I hope I can follow her advice and try to live my life with Love, we can but try. As I sat at my computer today to write my blog I was prompted again by Mary to share this with all of you.