{"id":55401,"date":"2023-07-29T10:28:47","date_gmt":"2023-07-29T08:28:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/?p=55401"},"modified":"2023-07-29T10:28:58","modified_gmt":"2023-07-29T08:28:58","slug":"fatima-english-15-after-the-apparitions-29-7-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.floracantabrica.com\/?p=55401","title":{"rendered":"Fatima.English .15.AFTER THE APPARITIONS.29.7.23"},"content":{"rendered":"

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  1. AFTER THE APPARITIONS<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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    1. Prayers and Sacrifices at the Cabe\u00e7o<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

      \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

      My aunt was worn out with having continually to send someone<\/span><\/p>\n

      to fetch her children, just to please the people who came asking<\/span><\/p>\n

      to speak to them. She therefore handed over the care of the<\/span><\/p>\n

      flock to her other son John 15. This decision was very painful to<\/span><\/p>\n

      Jacinta for two reasons: firstly, because she had to speak to everyone<\/span><\/p>\n

      who came looking for her and, secondly, because she could<\/span><\/p>\n

      no longer spend the whole day with me. She had to resign herself,<\/span><\/p>\n

      however. To escape from the unwelcome visitors, she and Francisco<\/span><\/p>\n

      used to go and hide in a cave hollowed out in the rock 16 on<\/span><\/p>\n

      the hillside facing our hamlet. On top of the hill was a windmill.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Situated as it is on the eastern slope, this hiding place is so well<\/span><\/p>\n

      formed that it afforded them an ideal protection from both the rain<\/span><\/p>\n

      and the burning sun, especially since it is sheltered by many oak<\/span><\/p>\n

      and olive trees. How many were the prayers and sacrifices that<\/span><\/p>\n

      Jacinta offered there to our dear Lord!<\/span><\/p>\n

      All over the slope grew innumerable varieties of flowers. Among<\/span><\/p>\n

      them were many irises, and Jacinta loved these especially. Every<\/span><\/p>\n

      evening she was waiting for me on my way home, holding an iris<\/span><\/p>\n

      she had picked for me, or some other flower if there were no irises<\/span><\/p>\n

      to be found. It was a real joy for her to pluck off the petals one by<\/span><\/p>\n

      one, and strew them over me.<\/span><\/p>\n

      15<\/span><\/p>\n

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      55<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

      My mother was satisfied for the time being with deciding each<\/span><\/p>\n

      day where I was to pasture the sheep, so that she knew where to<\/span><\/p>\n

      find me when I was needed. When the place was nearby, I told my<\/span><\/p>\n

      little companions, and they lost no time in coming out to join me.<\/span><\/p>\n

      Jacinta never stopped running till she caught sight of me. Then,<\/span><\/p>\n

      exhausted, she sat down and kept calling to me, until I answered<\/span><\/p>\n

      and ran to meet her.<\/span><\/p>\n

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      1. Troublesome Interrogations<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

        \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

        Finally my mother, tired of seeing my sister waste her time<\/span><\/p>\n

        coming to call me and taking my place with the sheep, decided to<\/span><\/p>\n

        sell the lot. She talked things over with my aunt, and they agreed to<\/span><\/p>\n

        send us off to school. At playtime, Jacinta loved to make a visit to<\/span><\/p>\n

        the Blessed Sacrament.<\/span><\/p>\n

        \u201cThey seem to guess,\u201d she would say. \u201cWe are no sooner inside<\/span><\/p>\n

        the church than a crowd of people come asking us questions!<\/span><\/p>\n

        I wanted so much to be alone for a long time with the Hidden Jesus<\/span><\/p>\n

        and talk to Him, but they never let us.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

        It was true, the simple country folk never left us alone. With the<\/span><\/p>\n

        utmost simplicity, they told us all about their needs and their troubles.<\/span><\/p>\n

        Jacinta showed the greatest compassion, especially when it<\/span><\/p>\n

        concerned some sinner, saying: \u201cWe must pray and offer sacrifices<\/span><\/p>\n

        to Our Lord, so that he will be converted and not go to hell, poor<\/span><\/p>\n

        man!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

        In this connection, it might be good to relate here an incident<\/span><\/p>\n

        which shows to what extent Jacinta sought to escape from the people<\/span><\/p>\n

        who came looking for her. We were on our way to Fatima one<\/span><\/p>\n

        day 17, and approaching the main road, when we noticed a group<\/span><\/p>\n

        of ladies and gentlemen getting out of a car. We knew without the<\/span><\/p>\n

        slightest doubt that they were looking for us. Escape was impossible,<\/span><\/p>\n

        for they would see us. We continued on our way, hoping to<\/span><\/p>\n

        pass by without being recognized. On reaching us, the ladies asked<\/span><\/p>\n

        if we knew the little shepherds to whom Our Lady had appeared.<\/span><\/p>\n

        We said we did.<\/span><\/p>\n

        \u201cDo you know where they live?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

        We gave them precise directions, and ran off to hide in the<\/span><\/p>\n

        fields among the brambles. Jacinta was so delighted with the result<\/span><\/p>\n

        of her little stratagem, that she exclaimed: \u201cWe must do this always<\/span><\/p>\n

        when they don\u2019t know us by sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

        \u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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        1. The Saintly Father Cruz<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

          \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

          One day, Father Cruz 18 from Lisbon came, in his tum, to question<\/span><\/p>\n

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          1. When he had finished, he asked us to show him the spot<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

            where Our Lady had appeared to us. On the way we walked on<\/span><\/p>\n

            either side of His Reverence, who was riding a donkey so small<\/span><\/p>\n

            that his feet almost touched the ground. As we went along, he taught<\/span><\/p>\n

            us a litany of ejaculations, two of which Jacinta made her own and<\/span><\/p>\n

            never stopped repeating ever afterwards: \u201c O my Jesus, I love You!<\/span><\/p>\n

            Sweet Heart of Mary, be my salvation!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            One day during her illness, she told me: \u201cI so like to tell Jesus<\/span><\/p>\n

            that I love Him! Many times, when I say it to Him, I seem to have a<\/span><\/p>\n

            fire in my heart, but it doesn\u2019t burn me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

            Another time she said: \u201cI love Our Lord and Our Lady so much,<\/span><\/p>\n

            that I never get tired of telling them that I love them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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            1. Graces through Jacinta<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

              \u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

              There was a woman in our neighbourhood who insulted us<\/span><\/p>\n

              every time we met her. We came upon her one day, as she was<\/span><\/p>\n

              leaving a tavern, somewhat the worse for drink. Not satisfied with<\/span><\/p>\n

              mere insults, she went still further. When she had finished, Jacinta<\/span><\/p>\n

              said to me: \u201cWe have to plead with Our Lady and offer sacrifices for<\/span><\/p>\n

              the conversion of this woman. She says so many sinful things that<\/span><\/p>\n

              if she doesn\u2019t go to confession, she\u2019ll go to hell.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

              A few days later, we were running past this woman\u2019s door when<\/span><\/p>\n

              suddenly Jacinta stopped dead, and turning round, she asked:<\/span><\/p>\n

              \u201cListen! Is it tomorrow that we\u2019re going to see the Lady?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

              \u201cYes, it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

              \u201cThen let\u2019s not play anymore. We can make this sacrifice for<\/span><\/p>\n

              the conversion of sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

              .<\/span><\/p>\n

              57<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

              Without realizing that some one might be watching her, she<\/span><\/p>\n

              raised her hands and eyes to heaven, and made her offering. The<\/span><\/p>\n

              woman, meanwhile, was peeping through a shutter in the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

              She told my mother, afterwards, that what Jacinta did, made such<\/span><\/p>\n

              an impression on her, that she needed no other proof to make her<\/span><\/p>\n

              believe in the reality of the apparitions; henceforth, she would not<\/span><\/p>\n

              only not insult us any more, but would constantly ask us to pray to<\/span><\/p>\n

              Our Lady, that her sins might be forgiven.<\/span><\/p>\n

              Again, a poor woman afflicted with a terrible disease met us<\/span><\/p>\n

              one day. Weeping, she knelt before Jacinta and begged her to ask<\/span><\/p>\n

              Our Lady to cure her. Jacinta was distressed to see a woman kneeling<\/span><\/p>\n

              before her, and caught hold of her with trembling hands to lift<\/span><\/p>\n

              her up. But seeing this was beyond her strength, she, too, knelt<\/span><\/p>\n

              down and said three Hail Marys with the woman. She then asked<\/span><\/p>\n

              her to get up, and assured her that Our Lady would cure her. After<\/span><\/p>\n

              that, she continued to pray daily for that woman, until she returned<\/span><\/p>\n

              some time later to thank Our Lady for her cure.<\/span><\/p>\n

              On another occasion, there was a soldier who wept like a child.<\/span><\/p>\n

              He had been ordered to leave for the front, although his wife was<\/span><\/p>\n

              sick in bed and he had three small children. He pleaded that either<\/span><\/p>\n

              his wife would be cured or that the order would be revoked. Jacinta<\/span><\/p>\n

              invited him to say the Rosary with her, and then said to him:<\/span><\/p>\n

              \u201cDon\u2019t cry. Our Lady is so good! She will certainly grant you<\/span><\/p>\n

              the grace you are asking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

              From then on, she never forgot her soldier. At the end of the<\/span><\/p>\n

              Rosary, she always said one Hail Mary for him. Some months later,<\/span><\/p>\n

              he appeared with his wife and his three small children, to thank<\/span><\/p>\n

              Our Lady for the two graces he had received. Having gone down<\/span><\/p>\n

              with fever on the eve of his departure, he had been released from<\/span><\/p>\n

              military service, and as for his wife, he said she had been miraculously<\/span><\/p>\n

              cured by Our Lady.<\/span><\/p>\n

               <\/p>\n

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              1. More and More Sacrifices<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

                \u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

                One day, we were told that a priest was coming to see us who<\/span><\/p>\n

                was very holy and who could tell what was going on in people\u2019s<\/span><\/p>\n

                inmost hearts. This meant that he would find out whether we were<\/span><\/p>\n

                telling the truth or not. Full of joy, Jacinta exclaimed:<\/span><\/p>\n

                58<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

                \u201cWhen is this Father coming? If he can really tell, then he\u2019ll<\/span><\/p>\n

                know we\u2019re telling the truth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

                We were playing one day at the well I have already mentioned.<\/span><\/p>\n

                Close to it, there was a grape vine belonging to Jacinta\u2019s mother.<\/span><\/p>\n

                She cut a few clusters and brought them to us to eat. But Jacinta<\/span><\/p>\n

                never forgot her sinners.<\/span><\/p>\n

                \u201cWe won\u2019t eat them,\u201d she said, \u201cwe\u2019ll offer this sacrifice for sinners.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

                Then she ran out with the grapes and gave them to the other<\/span><\/p>\n

                children playing on the road. She returned radiant with joy, for she<\/span><\/p>\n

                had found our poor children, and given them the grapes.<\/span><\/p>\n

                Another time, my aunt called us to come and eat some figs<\/span><\/p>\n

                which she had brought home, and indeed they would have given<\/span><\/p>\n

                anybody an appetite. Jacinta sat down happily next to the basket,<\/span><\/p>\n

                with the rest of us, and picked up the first fig. She was just about to<\/span><\/p>\n

                eat it, when she suddenly remembered, and said:<\/span><\/p>\n

                \u201cIt\u2019s true! Today we haven\u2019t yet made a single sacrifice for sinners!<\/span><\/p>\n

                We\u2019ll have to make this one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

                She put the fig back in the basket, and made the offering; and<\/span><\/p>\n

                we, too, left our figs in the basket for the conversion of sinners.<\/span><\/p>\n

                Jacinta made such sacrifices over and over again, but I won\u2019t stop<\/span><\/p>\n

                to tell any more, or I shall never end.<\/span><\/p>\n

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