“My Lady, who is your Son?” Helena asked in a blissed out voice.
The Lady thought for a moment, hesitating. Then she replied. “Why, anyone who receives my knowledge is my Son.”
“If she were the Blessed Virgin she would immediately have responded,” Helena thought. “And she should have said that Jesus is her Son,” she pressed further.
“And what of His Cross? What of His Resurrection?”
The Lady became visibly flustered and irritated.
“The Lady knows nothing of Christianity,” Helena thought.
“His... His Cross is his daily struggles in life,” The Lady replied. “And He will always have eternal life, if I desire it.”
“You desire it?” Helena was shocked. “The Blessed Mother would never say that. Who are you really?”