Chapel of the Miraculous Medal ….. while in Paris

A hot steamy day in Paris,
 a cooling breeze dancing in the tree outside my balcony. 
A unique city with inhabitants who do not apologize
 for anything and who has no regard for socially polite behavior or attitude. 
Quite a challenge to the mind in the beginning until 
you realize it affords you freedom from certain behavior. 
Then the question arises, which morality is engendered by society in human behavior 
and which are inherent. 
This question is even more prominent when
 we visit the beautiful cathedrals of Paris. 
At each and every one of them tourists are turned 
away because of wearing shorts, 
short skirts and sleeveless shirts. 
The latter included cotton shirts, covering up to the neck, 
but lacking sleeves! 
 Which part of the body is offensive to whom and why? 
 I wonder whether it is offensive to the Divine that tourists, 
carrying their backpacks, are taking the time to
 integrate the spiritual with the secular? 
Is it not the nature of life that these
 two cannot be separated? 
 But then, of course, the church is 
an institution and it has it’s own backpack 
to contend with. It took me a while to
 learn to look past bureaucracy and dogma
 and to not let these exclude me from experiencing
 the Light upon which most cathedrals and Other beautiful gifts are built. 
 One such gift is the miraculous medal. 
 A young nun at the Daughters of Charity Chapel
 received a visitation from divine Mary.
 In more than one visitation she received the image
 and instruction about the miraculous medal. 
Mary made it clear that this medal can be worn by
 anyone and everyone, regardless of religion. 
The only requisite was faith in ‘when you ask, you will receive’.
 The chapel is tucked away in a busy street
 across from a large departmental store. 
 The nuns scrutinize all visitors and the
 tiny gift shop is spartan and does 
not use electronic means of payment;
 each sale is written down by hand. 
 The chapel is incredibly beautiful, and as soon as you enter you feel the incredible Presence. Soon the images seen by my eyes disappear and only a brilliant golden light is visible. The light has a silver rim to it and it is alive and palpable with wisdom and knowledge which cannot be translated into words. 
This is the Presence of Divine Mary. 
The light translates into my physical body and energetically there is 
deep movement in and through my body. 
Then my heart fills with a feeling that seems physical. 
Everything and everyone around me is bathed in this beautiful light and they all glow in love. 
 The Light becomes stronger and more powerful and I see the intense 
Light at the centre of it all and also at the centre of each and every person. 
And the quality of this Light is Good and only Good – pure and beautiful and innocent! 
And it does not matter what happens on the exterior : nothing can 
corrupt or diminish that Light which is you and me. 
 Blessings from Paris
 Hettienne
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