This day in the late afternoon we arrived in Rocamadour, France. The visit was part of an extended pilgrimage which Rosslyn Blundell, Angela Fagan, my son, Patrick Mallard and I were undertaking visiting sacred sites of Mary and Mary Magdalene across France and Scotland.
I was already feeling such a blessedness due to the experiences I had already had. We arrived quite tired into Rocamadour yet I was eager to visit the Chateau that evening, not even sure if it was still open.
When Rosslyn suggested we take a quick look at how to get to the Chateau for the morning (we were driving ourselves), I leaped at the invitation. Angela and Patrick stayed at the hotel.
We soon not only found how to get there, we ventured into the village. The days comings and goings were winding down and soon Rosslyn and I found ourselves alone in the Chateau.
I cannot describe the embrace I felt. I looked over to Rosslyn and she also was enveloped in her own experience with Divine Mother. We continued to sit in silence. I then began to experience a disturbance to the stillness. Mother was calling me to write her words. I felt both a sense of surrealness and urgency to get the words on paper. My mind was wondering “was this really happening?”
I wrote the words but did not tell Rosslyn. After Mother Mary’s message was written, with tears welling from Her Love, I quickly put the notebook back in my bag, still feeling surreal about what had unfolded.
Mother Mary’s Message to us all is:
“Tell the world about the beauty of love and loving each other. We are all the sons of God, no matter the origin. We are all the daughters of Mother, no matter the origin. We are born to awaken the soul beyond the body and know all is as God, known to God and Beloved by God. No-one is alone. All are loved beyond measure. Be in the love of Divinity beyond the measure of the world. Pray to me and I will bring your prayer to life. I have vowed to be there for all who ask me. Know this. I am overjoyed to be with you here. Love all as I love you. You are all my children and relish the embrace of you in my arms. Come to me – all is well – do not leave my embrace.”
Upon our return to the hotel, I took this photo of the village from the hotel balcony.
