Mount Saint Mary

Mother Mary seems to look down on you as you look up at her. I did not really see this detail until I looked at this picture.

Very strange since I looked at this statue in real life and she seemed far far away and I doubted that I would capture the essence of her in the picture. But it seems as if the picture captured something that the naked eye completely missed!!

I met my father's physician for the first time a few years before my father's death.

We bonded immediately when he understood that I have a spiritual nature.

He told me the following story:

Dr Schwartz said that he and his wife were both Emergency Room docs at the local hospital in the town where my dad lived at the time. His wife was also a partner with him in the Family Practice.

A drug addict played both of these doctors, by getting them to write for pain killers. Neither knew at the time that too many prescriptions were being written, as per allotted by state law.

And both husband and wife went to court, with the threat of both losing their license to practice medicine, with a possible jail term, to boot.

That's right. Both doctors went to Emmitsburg Maryland to Mount Saint Mary's.

In fact, they went twice.

The first time, they felt tremendous alleviation of worry and anxiety about the impending trial.

The second time?

The second time, the unmistakable smell of roses swept the area where Doctor Schwartz and his wife were praying for a miracle from the Blessed Mother Mary.

They looked at each other in amazement, for both knew that rose is the fragrance of the Mother when she is there for your suffering and pain.

That evening when they arrived home, they received word that all charges had been dropped.

It took me several years, maybe ten years, before I got together a pilgrimage to Mount Saint Mary's.

I had a troubling problem which was building and building in my life. If this problem- and to me this was not a challenge but a full out problem- if this problem did not resolve itself, I would have to get a divorce.

Pure and simple.

So I went to the Chapel pictured here and prayed to the Blessed Mother and all the holy Saints and Apostles, and also prayed to Jesus, Krishna, Mohammad and Yogananada and BaBaji.

Within a year, the problem was resolved!

Within six months, the problem had been reduced to a challenge.

This Friday I plan to return to complete the task so that the challenge is forever gone.

I know it will be. It is a sure thing.

I can feel it in my bones.

Tragedy will be averted.

And a sequal to the story will be told.