vision of the glorious mysteries

I’ve had visions on two complete sets of rosary mysteries in the last few months as I’ve prayed the rosary. I’ve had a vision of the sorrowful mysteries and the glorious mysteries, and today I want to share what I saw when I saw the glorious mysteries. I’ve not really shared about any of my visions or more unusual experiences a lot, for many reasons, but I think I’m ready to begin sharing.

I saw each mystery individually, but they followed one after the other, and came to me during the decades of Hail Mary prayers. I will say that the glorious mysteries were much easier to see than the sorrowful were, but both were powerful. All of the rosary mysteries share the story of Jesus Christ. I have a book about what the rosary has meant to be that will be released some time in the future, I happen to be waiting on something important first.

The first of the glorious mysteries is the resurrection, and therefore it was the mystery I saw first in my visions. In the resurrection, I saw Mary Magdalene gasp as the angel told her the news that Jesus was not here but had risen from the dead. She turned and she saw Jesus, and she dropped everything she bought for burial, the expensive ointments and linens, and she run towards him to hug him. There was a look of excitement and wonder on her face.

Jesus wouldn’t let her actually hug him because because he couldn’t. He had not yet ascended to his father. She continued to run down the hill, towards the town, until she reached the disciples where they were, and she shouted loudly: I have seen the Lord! Mary was out of breath as she kept shouting I have seen the Lord! He’s here, he’s risen from the dead, I saw him. He’s alive! I noticed Mary’s excitement at seeing Jesus alive, her face glowing and radiant. She couldn’t keep this to herself even though she was a woman and there was a big chance she would not be believed.

The vision of the ascension was strange, mostly because I suppose it wasn’t something I’d ever thought of in regard to that mystery and so perhaps that’s why I saw it this way. Jesus had left because he told the disciples he was going to prepare a place for them. I saw the disciples gazing into the sky and then the scene shifted quickly, and Jesus was standing above a bed, and he was putting a quilt on it, and the pillow was in his hands. He fluffed the pillow and put it back on the bed he was preparing. The thing that got me about this vision was that Jesus was personally preparing that bed for his people with his own labor and his own hands. I’d never thought of it that way before.

At this point, something unholy and grotesque flashed into the vision. I knew it was unholy, I could see it and feel it. But I cannot for the life of me remember what I saw. I refused the vision, made a conscious choice to specifically reject the evil, and to view the good and holy. I don’t need to remember what I saw, it was not something holy and I’m firmly committed to Jesus these days.

My favorite vision in the series of the glorious mysteries was the descent of the Holy Spirit. Everyone was there in the room, and suddenly, people started speaking in tongues and there’s fire and then…in all that noise, down came the Holy Spirit in all her glory.

The wind picked up, and was like a tropical storm in strength and volume. It was swirling around them putting it’s power and force on display. I saw Mary first, as she looked up in wonder and awe, and everyone else looked up and the Holy Spirit descended, in the form of a dove, and she fucking owned the place. Her presence is there, and it demanded attention. Everyone knew. There was no doubting this.

Then came the assumption of Mary into heaven, where I saw someone, who I didn’t recognize, holding Mary in their arms as she was dying, and the next moment, Mary was literally sucked from that person’s arms into heaven and the person was there with their mouth gaping open, wondering what the fuck just happened. 

And then I saw Mary crowned as the queen of heaven. Mary was being paraded around heaven on a pure white horse with smooth fur and a beautiful mane. Mary’s crown was gold and dazzling with diamonds. The honor she was given was obvious and there was great rejoicing in heaven.

The rosary itself has made me see the story of Jesus in a unique and holy way, and for whatever reason it is that I’ve been blessed to see these parts of his story, I’m glad that I saw them. Jesus is alive. I have seen the Lord.

Published by MaryClare StFrancis

MaryClare StFrancis is a writer who sounds as boring as hell but who is intimately acquainted with the horrific and the sacred. For a long time, darkness has been her friend, but she now walks in the light of Christ. As a committed Episcopalian, her main contribution to the church is her ability to make the priests facepalm or swear, depending on the day and context. MaryClare has a Master of Arts in English and Creative Writing and lives in Mississippi with her four children.

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