The Coming Times ^TM

Mary

Vibrate at my center

Do so now

Scribe

Yes Mother

Mary

Say!

Scribe

I see the park and you sitting on the bench

Again slightly hunched over

Your hands clasped together at the wrist

Resting on your lap

Mary

What does this signify

Scribe

That you are praying

Mary

Very good.  Yes

Continue

Scribe

And Mother, I enter the park

And I see that you are praying

And I do not want to interrupt your prayers

So I sit down quietly on the bench

And close my eyes and rest into the silence

Mary

And what is it that you tune into

Scribe

I see that popular depiction of the globe

With a string of children
Of varied colors and ethnicities and styles of dress

Encircling the globe

Mary

And what do you interpret this to mean

Scribe

You are praying for Earth’s children Mother

You are praying for humanity

Mary

That is correct

I am praying for humanity

And you are correct

I am specifically focused today on humanity’s children

Continue

Scribe

I see your heart weeping for the children

For truly they are being born into a world darker

Than the one their parents were born into

And you are praying Mother

You are praying for these children

You are both praying that the darkness lightens

And you are praying that the children receive the graces they will need

To cope with the ever-growing darkness

Mary

Good continue

Scribe

And I see children laughing, running, tumbling about in joy

Children being children

Mary

Good continue

Scribe

And now I see children with automatic rifles strapped across their front

Their faces somber

Mary

Good continue

Scribe

And now I see children living without their parents

Living as adults, trying to eke out a living for themselves

In this world of adults

Children burdened with the responsibility of caring and providing for

Their younger brothers and sisters

Mary

Continue

Scribe

And now I see children running

Trying to keep up with their parents

As they run, run, run

From their country of origin’s natural disaster and man-made war

To a place of refuge

I see the children’s fear, the child’s lack of comprehension

As he runs, runs, runs

Mary

Continue

Scribe

I see children well dressed and prosperous

Living behind iron gates

They are guarded at all times

Their chauffer drives them to each destination

Each destination also bordered by iron gates

I see that these children are supervised and guarded by adults

By bodyguards, by chauffeurs, by their nannies

At each second

They are never left alone for a second

There is always an official handoff of the child

From one adult
To the next adult responsible for the child’s care and security

Always!

Mary

Continue

Scribe

I see children, both boys and girls, being sold by their parents

Into sexual bondage

Mary

Continue

Scribe

And I see children working in the fields

From sunup to sundown they work

As though they were adults they work

And Mother all these children I have been speaking about

They are as young as six years old

Mary

Yes dear one

They are that young and younger still

And my darling, what do you make of all this

Scribe

Mother what can I say

Shame on us

Shame on us

Shame on us

Surely we as a people can do better for our children

Surely we can

I am horrified and I am ashamed

And I feel part of the collective guilt of humanity

For how it treats its own children

Mary

Yes darling, for it is humanity’s choice is it not

Humanity is so choosing to treat its children

In full knowledge and in willfulness

Humanity is so choosing to treat its own children

And yes humanity is in denial, in denial, in denial

It chooses, deliberately chooses denial

Over recreating their reality anew

Creating a reality that properly cares for all of the world’s children

And this their sin toward their children

Will be held against them

It will be held against them

It will be held against them

That is all for now

Adieu!