“What teachings have you have to share with us this day, my Lady?” Matilda asked.
“I am displeased with the elders of this village. I am seething with anger for them.”
Alarm bells began to ring in Helena's head. The Blessed Mother was never angry with anyone, concerned yes with the affairs of the world, but never downright angry. The only time the Blessed Mother was truly angry were in false apparitions; Bayside and Medjugorje came to mind.
“Why are you angry with them, my Lady?” Matilda asked.
“They have not received my knowledge. I gave them my gifts but they have rejected them. I gave life to them in the most beautiful way possible.”
“The flowers,” Helena thought. “I knew it.”
“What shall be done with them?”
“I shall deal with them personally. My army of light will take care of them.”