An Excerpt from: "The Birth of a Mystic Catholic in Unification:"

From, "Part Two: GUADALUPE: THE ROOT MOTHER RISEN FROM THE TOMB OF CATHOLICISM"

“My heart urged me to trust the Blessed Mother and not resist the journey forward. I focused on surrendering to her completely. We made it to the foot of the crosses, where she had been two thousand years ago, witnessing something most mothers would never recover from in their lifetime; the brutal murdering of her precious son by their own people. She turned to me and took my hands in hers, and as she did so the crosses dissolved into sand and became part of the hill. The sun was setting and a heartbreakingly beautiful sunset was on the horizon. Miriam's hands were rough, very rough, and her feet, I only noticed at this moment, were also very rough, and bare. She looked straight into my eyes and the tears that were pouring from her fearless gaze were tiny diamonds, and every once in a while, a tiny ruby also fell among the diamonds. 

     Her voice when she spoke to me seemed to vibrate from her whole being, not just her vocal cords, and she said, "These tears and many drops of blood I've shed from the day I received my mission from God to conceive and give birth to Jesus, to this very moment; over the last two thousand years, through cycles of unimaginable pain, grief, torment and triumph, have become spiritual diamonds and rubies derived from Soul, of heavily, concentrated Divine Maternal Wisdom and Experience. There is a tribe of women and mothers in the earthly and spirit realms who have been through the unimaginable, the unspeakable, but no matter how broken we were, or how hopeless our situations seemed, we never gave up. There is a part of all of us, with deep scar tissue that contains tremendous power, and at the same time feels the pangs of terror that we will remain broken forever, that we are hopeless. That we will always be defined by our grief and pitfalls. That part of our deepest selves is constantly being brought through the fire, and put under tremendous pressure- the way diamonds and rubies are formed in the mountains. That scar tissue, formed from our deepest anguish, is made to endure tremendous heat and pressure without tearing or shattering. This tribe of women and mothers is the tribe you belong to. The Mystic Catholic isn't identified with the 'rule books.' The Mystic Catholic's Soul belongs first and foremost to our tribe; the tribe of women and mothers whose scar tissue bleeds at times, but it bleeds rubies, no longer a hemorrhage. The tribe whose eyes cry not just the rivers, but the diamonds that make up the structure of the river beds-we make up the body of the Blessed Mother. Many speak of The Body of Christ; but just as a child is made from his mother's flesh, blood and bone, so too, is Christ's body (all souls that love with Christ's love), made from the Body of the Blessed Mother. Her tribe is The Tribe of The Great Scarred Woman, who is The Root Mother; the first woman and mother to be crucified, and laid in a tomb, pregnant with Christ's Body (The Love of God in Human Souls), and resurrected when her womb- the Cosmic Cradle of Life- gave way to The Light of the World; A Human Child, the Hope of God and Humankind.”