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JESUS CHRIST
THE PASSION
JESUS CHRIST
FIRST PRINTING
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GOOD FRIDAY CRUCIFIX
On Good Friday, April 7, 1950 at about 11:00 P.M. Mrs. Fred (Mary Ann) Van
Hoofnoticed that the crucifix on the wall had a strange glow to it and that the cor
pus WiiS twice its regular size. At the appearance to Mary Ann on June 16, 1950,
the Blessed Mother spoke to her saying, "My dear child take the Good Friday
Crucifix (meaning the crucifix which was aglow on Good Friday), and bless them
with it while saying the prayers of the sign of the cross." She also said "To build a
shrine of prayer at the spot of the apparition and erect a large crucifix on the vil
lage bluff, so that the people may be reminded daily of the Way of the Cross, and
that this example may be followed by other communities."
On August 15, 1950, Our Holy Mother said to Mary Ann: "Bless the people with
the Good Friday Crucifix. This blessing is from Me."
This book is hereby dedicated to Mrs. Van Hoof for offering herself as a Vi£!Lm
Soul and to fulfill the mission Our Blessed Mother hasrequested of her. Also to
Fred her husband and their children for their being willing to accept the persecu
tion over these past twenty-five years.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION ., IX
Our Lord And His Holy Mother Share The Salvation of Mankind .. XIX
HER FAREWELL. 21
IN HEAVEN 22
MOTHER'S WISHES 23
WINDOWS, ETC. 30
REDEMPTION OF MAN 31
THE TABLE 34
IN A DISH 36
THE CENACLE 38
THE MASS 42
HOLY MOTHER 46
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29. APOSTLES ASLEEP 53
AND SORROW 56
59. DUNGEON 72
91. RE-CROWNING 99
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SEVEN SORROWS OF OUR SORROWFUL MOTHER
INTRODUCTION
she was not about to die; otherwise, it would have been too much to
take. There remains for her to state what she saw and went through
visually or mentally during that time in order to give meaning to so
much apparent agony, pain, and what not."
o 1 ~ r. J. K. Spurlock, March 16, 1951: "The sight that we saw was
too magnetic to look away, it seemed to draw everyone of our senses
and strain every nerve and muscle. After standing for half an hour
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my knees were breaking. At the first sight of her sufferings my
breath was taken away, and a dull pressure seemed to grip my
heart. The expression of her sorrow seemed to tear one's chest
apart, and the thought that came first to me was: Oh, how horrible
was Our Lord's suffering. It hurt to watch it.
I have read many times of the sufferings of privileged people,
like Therese Neumann, etc., but never before did realize what it ac
tually meant. I do not know if these others are like this or not, but
this is certainly genuine and real.
, Only the week before I had seen the slides and heard the lecture
on the Holy Shroud of Turin. That was still fresh in my mind, so I
( noticed how closely her position represented that which the scien
tists tell us is depicted by the Shroud. Her arms were outstretched at
the same angle as we see in the Shroud reproduction of the Cross.
, They are very rigid, her whole body is rigid and cannot be moved
without moving it all at once.
I thought again of the Shroud of Turin and the explanation of the
scientists who tell us how Our Lord's chest was pushed down by His
weight so that He literally died of a broken heart. She held this posi
tion for three hours. Her throat was throbbing, at times gasping and
speaking, at other times almost like a death rattle. Several times
panting as if her breath would tear her apart, then again long la
bored breathing like a person drawing their last breath. Sometimes
she seemed exhausted and lay back in quiet suffering, and one
could see and feel the pain growing and growing until it final1y
would swell up into one sudden outburst of agony. Her head would
roll or she would strain at the nails.
The doctors said she did not speak as much this time but seemed
to suffer more. The words were filled with sadness, like the repeti
tion several times of the sounds: "Osee" or "Jose" said twice, and
then followed by other words. Once it seemed to me she said,
"Deos, Deos" or "Theos" but I am not sure. There did not seem to
be any Latin. But they were real words with real inflections.
In my opinion these three hours suffering of Mrs. Van Hoof can
not be explained in any natural way. To me it was more convincing
and impressive than even the moving of the sun. More convincing I
think for the ordinary observer because it can be checked and re-
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checked, and there is no chance of illusion. Or. De Werth said it
was not hypnotism. That in my opinion would be impossible in this
case. I am convinced of the supernatural cause. Until an official
statement is made, however, we can only hold our own private
opinions."
) Rev. F. B. I?ickman, Wedron, Illinois, May 1970: "Mary Ann
has suffered the Passion of Our Lord on the Fridays of Advent and
Lent since 1950. I have been present at several of these. She also
suffered for several years during the night hours. In fact almost
every day of her life since 1950 has been one of suffering. There
I never has been a time in the Church when so many visions of the
l Blessed Mother and Saints, and so many revelations have contin
) ued for so many years. I have never heard Mary Ann utter a word
\ that in the slightest degree was contrary to any thing in our Faith.
I Never have I heard her use any language that showed an unsound
mental condition."
') - The following is an experience related by Mr. H. Swan after her
family doctor, Or. Meyers, had given Mary Ann some special medi
cation. It is taken from Vol. 2 of the four Volumes by 1:1. Swan,
pages 75-76. Mr. Swan was her protector and present during her
suffering periods including the times she suffered the Passion. "The
suffering was very, very severe on the 18th of ~ne, and shortly after
it started we called out for prayers. Betty Wakershauser was out in a
car praying, and was called to do the phoning. At a little after 10:00
P. M., Or. Meyers and Father Connolly were called and both ar
rived shortly thereafter. Father Connolly prayed over Mary Ann
and gave her his Blessing. The heart condition seemed to get better,
and then physical suffering with its violent action started.
Dr. Meyers wanted to know if he could give her a hypo and I gave
my consent, although I had no faith in its effect. Doc gave her the
shot and for all the relief of pain it gave her, it might as well have
been water. It did however, after about 20 minutes or so make her
violently ill, and caused her to gag and throw up. There was no nor
mal reaction to the shot whatever. Father Connolly and Doc after
staying until about 11 :30 P. M. left for home. I believe, however,
that it was good for both of them to witness her suffering.
Also Or. Meyers had given Mary Ann medicine to reduce the
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swelling in her limbs but this also did not have the result that would
normally be expected. He also tried shots but received the same re
sults.
, A Message that was given on June 21, 1955, stated: "Henry,
\ many tests have been given and more will be given. That was a test
that was permitted to be given the other night. It was given to con
'~ vince the docto~nd y~t medication does iiO'iWorCThis type
. of injection is very hard on the Victim and it will take three days for
. her to recover from it." 'Other tests will be given. You must be pres
ent when the tests are given and your permission will be necessary'.
Mary Ann suffered much during these three days, there was
much gagging and retching. At the end of the third day it was all
over."
CV - Dr. John De Werth, Menomonee Falls, Wisconsin, March 16,
1951 :
Dr. De Werth gives a most complete and accurate description on
the above date from a medical standpoint, almost minute by min
ute, of the suffering of Mary Ann from 12 noon to 3:00 P.M. For his
full account see pages 272-279 Vo\. 2 of 4 Vols., "My Work With
Necedah," by H. Swan. It also includes the Revelations that were
given from 2:43 to 2:53 P.M. Likewise he refers to real words with
definite inflections similar to the reference in the report by Msgr.
Spurlock.
Some additional interesting facts re: certain happenings during
the suffering of the Passion of Our Lord by Mrs. Van Hoof:
On May 29, 1950, Our Blessed Mother said, "At Fatima it took
nearly ~o years-:Itmust not take 30 years now-it would be too late."
Surely with electronic communications as we h~e th~_m tod~y, the
Christian people could be given the truth, unite in action, and spare
our Country, our Church, and our Youth at least some of this most
/ severe suffering, destruction and sorrow. In speaking of this period
) that is just ahead, the question was asked_by theCelestials, "Do you
not want to hold it back, lessen the severity of it, as well as shorten
'1 the duration of the Divine Chastisement?" "Do you not want to
( prevent a nuclear war, with all its frightful consequences?"
As to the attitude of the church with respect to victim souls espe
cially those suffering the stigmata, it can possibly be best under
stood as one reads the Collect of the Mass for the Feast Day in
honor of the Stigmata of St. Fransis, September 17th: "Oh Lord
Jesus Christ, Who-:-When the world was growing cold, in order to in
flame our hearts with the fire of Thy love, didst renew the Sacred
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THE PASSION AND DEATH OF OUR LORD
JESUS CHRIST
l. and true love. Send that love down to us so we too can payrevei-
e~ to ThY Divine Son andto-Yo-u, D--;ar Mother. Oh Dear Moth
\ er, oh Dear Mother, help us. We need Thee more and more each
\ day. The darkness about us is engulfing us. Give us a ray of sun
( shine and light. In Thine eyes and in Thy true love send it down to
us, give us the strength, the courage to face the enemy of Thy Di
vine Son with righteousness and true devotion. Oh Holy Mother,
help us. I plead with you, help us, help us, Blessed Mother, Sorrow
ful Mother, pray for us."
Our Lord and God said to His Holy Mother, "I must go and ful
( fill what God the Father has asked. The Eternal Father has called
) Me and what I told You before Mother, is now at hand. The time
. has come for Me to fulfill what has been ordained for Me to fulfill.
Mother I must be on My way. I must fulfill what God the Father
has placed Me here on earth to do. This is the time, do not shed
1 tears, Mother. I am fulfilling the wish of My Father in Heaven. God
the Father will let You see in vision what is happening. You need
not distress Yourself but stay here in this humble abode." Holy
Mother shakes Her head in the negative. He presses Her gently to
His bosom and He then sets Her down. 6....mist engulfs Them. The
mist has lifted, now They bid farewell. He abrupiTY leaves.
He walks down the main road, He has gone into the distance.
Our Lord meets the Apostle. Our Holy Mother speaks to the
women, with Her is the ~ with the beautiful golden hair. There
are several others with Her, theyare now leaving by a back door.
Our Lord and God has met a few men and others are walking
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toward them from sideroads. He speaks to them in a firm but kind
way. They all disperse as He has instructed them to do something,
which I do not understand, but they all seem to be hurrying in the
same direction.
Our Holy Mother and the women are not taking the same path
that Her Divine Son took. They are going a different direction, in a
round about way, but they too are heading in a similar direction. It
seems Thy Lord and God is praying as He walks along. He too
seems to be heading for the large building.
Now I have come to a village, there's a large building here. Many
people are entering this huge building. I see a strangely dressed
man carrying a flat woven basket, filled with fruit, enter into this
large building. Many people walking, carrying things, baskets,
fruit, bread. They too enter this building, they seem to be in a hurry.
The sky is dark and overcast. Some of these men walking, look like
the Apostles. They are not carrying anything, they only hurry into
this building.
I now view the interior of the lower floor of this large building. It
is a large room, I cannot estimate the size. There are large pillars
there, it is a huge room. There are tapestries or carpets, I wouldn't
know, hung to cover the windows. Strange looking lights are burn
ing. They don't look like a lamp or a candle, or could I call it a lan
tern. It is burning from a wick, or something similar. There's fluid
in the strange container. There are several men in this room, who
seem to be preparing something. There is another group of men in
one corner of the room. They are talking together, I cannot under
stand them. Seem to be waiting for someone. They immediately
upon His entering turn and walk toward Our Lord. They could be
Our Lord's Apostles. There are twelve of them. Their language is
strange. Our Lord walks to this group of men. He speaks to them.
Our Lord speaks to them in kindness, but firmly. He overrules their
objections; He is always so compassionate, so kind. There seems to
be concern. Questions are being asked, there is even anxiety, espe
cially the youngest one. Our Lord calmly speaks to them and tries to
keep them calm. The one with the brown beard is anxious about
something. Our Lord calms him by raising His hand. They are
greatly concerned, but He continues to speak to them of something
of great importance. Many questions are asked.
It seems one of the Apostles ~oes not like what Our Lord and
God is saying to him, so he goes on his knees and begs Him in such
a humble way. It is rather nice the way he does it, but Our Lord and
God is firm and he gets back up on his feet. One is more shifty look
ing, although he is very polite toward Thy Lord and God. They all
seem to be obedient to Our Lord.
In the opposite side of the room, there are many workers and
they are cleaning and washing in preparation for something and
they are very particular about it. Everything seems to look immacu
late, so clean. They are scouring pots and earthenware, in prepara
tion for something. The reason for their immaculate washing and
cleansing of utensils and all usable ware, such as crockery, pots and
pans; they are doing this because Our Lord and God demands it, it
is their custom because of the Pascal Feast. And the new instruction
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While in the upper chamber, Our Holy Mother, the lady with the
beautiful golden hair and the other women are active. They are re
moving some tapestry to enlarge the quarters, they too are prepar
ing a table. They have cleaned some utensils which in this case
.seem mostly earthenware. Baskets of bread and fruit are standing at
the side.
The Beautiful Lady, Our Holy Mother is instructing them, yet it
seems Our Holy Mother's heart is heavy. Oh, the one with the beau
tiful golden hair, clasps her hands as ifin anxiety, while the Beauti
ful Lady calms her. I don't know what She is telling them, but She
holds Her hands in front of Her as if in a gesture of prayer. I cannot
understand, but, that is what it looks like to me. Our Holy Mother
and the lady with the beautiful golden hair prostrate themselves
and so do three of the other women with them. The one with the
beautiful golden hair and Our Holy Mother seem to know what is
going on in the room below.
In the lower chamber Our Lord is still talking at the one side of
the large room and on the other side a table has been prepared. In
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the other part, further away frum where the main work is being
done, other preparations are being made. Some of the workers are
shining and rubbing, it seems it is not with a cloth but some kind of
a different mattrial. They are pulishing and rubbing sume gulJen
utensils, they are pfeparing them for something and they art mak
ing such great effort that everything is immaculate, so clean. Every
where it is beautiful. These utensils seem to be of gold I believe, I
am not sure, they have a golden look to them. There are several, but
how many I cannot see. Our Lord has now come here and is looking
down and watching them. He seems to be agreeable to what they
are doing.
Our Lord now walks toward a place near the end of this room.
Here in a corner are fruit and bread and it looks like the servants
are preparing some of the food that has been brought in. There are
baskets of small loaves of bread and fruit of every kind. Everyone in
this corner seems very active.
Our Lord goes back to the twelve Apostles on the opposite side of
the room, and again is speaking to them. The men who are prepar
ing the huge table do not seem to belong with the twelve that are
with Our Lord.
At this end of the room it seems they are getting ready to do
something, preparations are being made, for what I cannot tell, I
cannot see. Now, oh yes, some of the men, that seem to be workers
or helpers, are bringing in lambs; four of them. They are bringing
these lambs to Our Lord. There are no women on this floor here, all
men. The women are in the upper chamber.
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Our Lord now takes this vessel of blood and is walking to the
door and windows. He dips His fingers into the bowl, into the blood
and makes a strange mark, a very strange sign. (Mary Ann uses her
right index finger and draws figures or symbols in the air.) Yes, He
also makes the Sign of the Cross above each doorpost and each
latch. The blood just disappears from His fingers, He need not wipe
them, there is none there. It is the washing away of the heathen
blood and devotion used here, to the new and beginning of Thy
Lord and God's Church. It must be purified and that is what this
blood is used for. These marks symbolize the walk and proceedings
of Thy Lord and God, after fulfilling the promise to His God in
Heaven.
While Our Lord is doing this, others are busy working. Each one
seems to know just what to do, closing all the openings and the ser
vants are lighting strange looking lamps in another part of this large
room.
Our Holy Mother watched Her Divine Son making the sym bols
on all door posts and latches through a vision, that God the Father
permitted Her to have.
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Our Lord has now completed His mission and comes back to the
corner where the twelve Apostles are waiting for Him. He speaks to
them, He instructs them. Our Lord seems to instruct them as to how
to pray. Their way of prayer, their behavior as Our Lord guides
them, is so devotional so different, so different from what I am ac
customed to. As I view them praying, these are just common work
men that Our Lord and God has chosen, the twelve Apostles with
calloused workmens' hands, workmens' muscles, they are sinewy
men. You can see that they have gone through life working hard
and here Thy Lord and God teaches them how to pray. It's beauti
ful to watch these men being so obedient to Their Lord and God.
It seems they all have a mission to fulfill, for this seems to be such
a sincere devotion of love. The behavior of all here, be they the
women in the upper chamber or the Apostles with Our Lord, shows
great love for Thy Lord and God. Even those that are doing the
work are in that same frame of mind of devotional behavior, some
thing serious, some expectation seems to be the whole atmosphere
here. He seems to continue talking to or instructing them, while in
the opposite corner they are busily preparing the lambs for cooking
or roasting, whatever it may be, everyone is very busy,
In the lower cham ber there is another table being prepared in the
far corner, it is a smaller table. There is not the same effort made or
should I say, they are not so particular here as they were at the larg
er table. Here too, they are bringing fruits and bread, but the bread
and fruit is not as choice as at the larger table. It seems the choicest
fruit and bread has been placed at the larger table. There seems to
be one man who, I do not know, that seems to over-see all of this
and he is giving instructions here.
We are back again with Our Lord and the Apostles, twelve of
them, that have something of importance to discuss. Our Lord is
now again leaving the twelve and crosses over the large room to the
large table. There are many others here. They seem to be servants
preparing food and placing it on the table, which is not as high as
our tables, but lower. It is laden with strange dishes, earthen dishes,
bowls or little baskets like of fruit, grapes, all kinds of fruit. There
are small loaves of bread, little earthen lookingjars, what is in them
I do not know. The twelve Apostles seem to be gathered in one cor
ner murmuring, either in meditation or prayer. Our Lord now after
instructing the servants turns back to the Apostles and joins them.
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The youngest one, the youngest looking one, he has no beard, grabs
His arm and seems to anxiously question Him. I do not understand
for the language is strange to me.
There is another Apostle, too, that questions Our Lord. He has a
brown beard, rather middle aged, I would say. He seems deeply
concerned, but Our Lord seems just to wave him aside as He seems
to be instructing them all. In this other room or corner of it there is a
continuous preparation of food. A large tray is now brought in,
laden heavily with food, fruit and other things exactly what I cannot
see. Tables are being laden with food. Oh yes, there is a big tray
coming with the first lamb that has been prepared. Our Lord, yes,
He is going toward it. He is blessing it. (At this time Mary Ann
makes the Sign of the Cross with the first two fingers extended up
ward and the third and the fourth finger in the palm of her hand.
This is to show Our Lord blessing the first lamb. This again is re
peated for the second and third lamb.)
They are leaving through a side door with the tray. The first tray
goes to the upper chamber. A second tray is brought in with another
lamb on it. The tray is covered over. Our Lord lifts the lid. It seems
to have, it could be, an apple in its mouth. Our Lord blesses this
lamb and again this tray leaves the room and is taken to the large
table. Behind Him is a third tray with a lamb upon it. This tray, the
third tray, after Our Lord blesses it, is taken to a side room in a far
corner, where a table is prepared, I believe for the servants. Yes, it is
for the servants. The fourth lamb, I do not know to whom or where
this one is going. There seems to be a special glow coming from it.
There is something special about this lamb, what, I do not under
stand. Our Lord blesses it, there seems to be a strange look in it's
eyes, a tenderness which is hard to explain. Our Lord leaves this
lamb and walks to the table, calls them forward where the Apostles
take their places around it.
The cleaning of vessels and the preparation of food took a little
over an hour. (Mary Ann makes the Sign of The Cross). Our Lord
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speaks to them. The first lamb has gone to the upper chamber,
there too, a table has been prepared. The Beautiful Lady and the
holy women are going about the table as if preparing to partake of
the food. Oh Beautiful Lady, She seems deeply concerned. The
Beautiful Lady does not partake of the food. Her lips seem to be
moving in prayer while She urges the others to partake. The one
with the golden hair, she too declines to accept the food, the rest are
eating.
This, the main table, is a long oblong table. Our Lord sits at the
center not at the head, which seems rather strange, for He is the
Head. He should be at the head, but He is at the center of the table.
The youngest one is at the right side of Him. He places his head on
Our Lord's shoulder. (Mary Ann said, I will explain this action.
When the youngest one places his head on the shoulder of his Lord
and God, he is given a special insight as to what is before them. He
can see the needs, he has an inner vision. Our Lord and God has
chosen him to stand by His Mother. The brother of this youngest
one also gets an inner vision of what is to happen. He is one of them
that later falls asleep). The one with the brown beard or middle
aged, who I seem to be attracted to, is at the left side of Our Lord.
Next to him is the young one who has a very small, oh just the be
ginning of a beard. I think he would be about twenty years of age, as
the youth is still there. The rest of them, there are four of them, they
have long gray beards and their hair is also gray. They seem to be
from a poor class of people, not of wealth, just humble and hard
working men, for their hands look like working mens' hands, cal
loused and gnarled with labor. There is one among them, he too,
draws my attention, I don't know what there is about him, his beard
is dark, his hair is dark. His eyes are not as kind and as humble as
the rest of them. There seems to be a sort of shiftiness in his glance.
At one moment he looks at Our Lord and his eyes soften, a kind
ness, a love comes into them, then a flicker and it is gone. Such
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strangeness, it gives one a strange feeling, as though something is
wrong, but what I do not know. While I was giving you a descrip
tion of the darker one, Our Lord was blessing the food before them;
that is, it looked like He did. I cannot say for sure as I do not under
stand Him. I can hear the voices but cannot understand the words.
They are now beginning to eat, but Our Lord does not partake of
the food. They tear off morsels of lamb, morsels of bread with their
hands and are eating it. The Apostle on the left seems concerned
. that Our Lord is not eating. He smiles at him kindly and seems to
assure him of something, which I do not understand. The youngest
Apostle lays his head upon Our Lord's shoulder. The love that is in
his eyes, the love that exchanges between them, is so beautiful, so
beautiful. Oh what a beautiful world we would be living in today if
there was such love between man and Our Lord.
Our Lord is speaking to them all. What He said, I must again re
peat, I do not understand, but those about Him seem concerned.
He looks straight into their eyes as He gives each one instructions.
They seem to be questioning Him, and the one with the brown
beard and hair seems to put out his hand before him and pkadingly
looks into Our Lord's eyes as if to say, is he guilty of something? I do
not know if this is correct but that is the way he acts, and the one on
the right reaches toward Our Lord and seems to be very anxious.
Others reach toward Him from around the table, all except the one
with the dark beard, whose eyes do not reflect sincerity and love.
Yes, they flicker and then dim. He cannot look into the eyes of Our
Lord and God. It seems Our Lord and God makes no notice of the
behavior of this one. He speaks as if they are all the same, but the
shifty look in the eyes of the one is very evident. He looks at the
floor, or any object, but not into the eyes of His Lord and God.
While Our Lord looks at him, this one with dark hair and eyes of
not true love, he places his fingers in a dish or what looks like a
salad bowl. (Mary Ann makes a motion as of dipping her fingers
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into a dish.) He partakes of it and Our Lord takes a little crust of
bread in His hand and dips it into the dish and places it in front of
the youngest one. What He is saying I do not know. He seems con
cerned when He makes this remark. If I could only understand it.
Our Lord says it with compassion, with compassion and love in His
eyes. Why the strange feeling about this one? (Mary Ann looks dis
gusted and says, "Shifty eyes, it is so strange.")
(Mary Ann makes the Sign of the Cross.) They again seem to be
meditating. Now they are dispersing. The servants are rapidly re
moving the food and the left-overs from the table. Others are draw
ing tapestries or huge rugs, I cannot tell what they are, along the pil
lars, making one room smaller than the rest. Our Lord and the Apo
stles again recline in the same places where they were first. Above
the door near them, is a Cross and the strange mark from the blood
of the lamb.
they have accepted it and are now reclining as Our Lord prepares to
wash the feet of the one that objected so strenuously, the one with
the brown beard and hair. Our Lord kneels down on His left knee,
places the right foot of the Apostle into the bowl and washes his
feet, while the one with the brown beard bows his head in humility
and humbleness. This act seems to imply something. I do not know
what, as He is speaking and instructing each as He washes their
feet, even the one with the brown beard points to his head and
hands. I don't know what He is implying or saying. I do not under
stand Him, but Thy Lord and God, with such a compassionate
look, such loving and gentle ways, speaks to them. Not in harsh
words but soft spoken, kind words and they are obedient to Him. It
is beautiful, the humility and humbleness that is portrayed here by
all, excepting one of them, the dark one. (Mary Ann again looks
very disgusted.)
Our Lord and God kneels on one knee in front of the one with
the dark hair, but he does not look at Him. He has such shifty eyes,
avoids glancing into Our Lord's face, he looks down or to the side.
There is something strange about him, very strange. He does not act
like the others who are humble, and kind; he seems more arrogant,
deception seems to show on his face. He has the strangest look, but
Our Lord and God treats him just the same as the others. It makes
no difference it seems, He talks to him, He washes his feet, kneeling
before him just as all the rest.
In the Cenac1e of the holy women, there too, their meal is fin
ished. The Beautiful Lady leaves and the women clear off the table.
Our Holy Mother, and the lady with the beautiful golden hair
seems to know just what is going on below, in the other chamber,
for as they prepare, as they leave the table, she too is watching as
Our Lord is washing the feet of the Apostles, and She is urging the
women to pray.
The one with the golden pair sheds many tears for she seems to
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sense that something is about to happen and she wants to help. She
follows Our Holy Mother at every turn and helps Her with many
tasks. There is such love and devotion here. Several of the other
women are also kind and helpful.
Two of the women that are with the Mother of Our Lord, seem to
be at Her side continuously. The one with the long, thick, golden
hair, pleads with Our Holy Mother, as if to ask Her what they can
do. I do not know if that is what she is saying, but the plea, her hand
extended to Our Holy Mother, seems to indicate she is pleading to
help, and the eyes of Our Holy Mother are sad. Her eyes are filled
with tears constantly, and as She speaks to the holy women it seems
that they are bewildered. They don't seem to understand what She
is saying. There is such a deep sadness about Her, such a hush and
silence in this room. They are all on their knees in prayer.
The servants, too, are praying in another room on the other side
of the house. While my eyes were observing the holy women in the
room, the scene here has changed. Our Lord has just finished wash
ing the feet of the Apostles and some of them that wore sandals are
replacing them. Some are barefoot.
The voice of a saint at this time said, "The washing of the feet is
to symbolize the cleansing of oneself before the Consecration
which is to follow. To cleanse themselves and while Thy Lord and
God was washing their feet, in all humbleness, the Apostles used
this moment to confess, to offer; many promises were made. For
they objected to Our Lord washing their feet, but this is to symbol
ize the cleansing of oneself, before the great moment tha·t is to fol
low." (This period took one hour between the Last Supper and
their entering into the tapestry divided room).
enclosure they are preparing another table. (Mary Ann smiles then
draws a V shape with her hands.) The linens being used on this
table which is V shape, not square or oblong, are of a finer material
than the ones used at the other table. The linens are so beautiful, so
white. This table is higher. They are bringing twelve small vessels
that are of a fine quality. They are placing them at the longest parts
of this strange table. They are also placing a small container, what it
is used for I do not know. There is a small flat, more like a tray
being placed at the end of the narrowest part of the table.
Our Lord and the twelve Apostles are entering this room. They
go in as in a procession. Our Lord leads the way and they follow two
by two behind Him. They walk in a very humble way. (Mary Ann's
expression is so peaceful.) Oh! "It is like a sanctuary." A strange
feeling comes to one's heart. Before walking to what seems to be the
head, Our Lord again speaks to them and instructs them as He
points, and gestures with His arm. Yes, one of the Apostles has gone
to the window and is pulling the tapestry shut. Our Lord stands at
the head of this V shaped table. The window with the tapestry
drawn over it is right behind Him. Also behind Our Lord I can see a
canopy, it looks so special and above it is one of the marks Our Lord
made with the blood of the lamb. There seems to be just enough
room, oh, you might say it is about four feet. I could be wrong, and
then it spreads away from Him like this. (Mary Ann traces in the air
the shape of a large V with her finger.) It forms a V. The Apostles
are at the sides of this, reclining upon their left knee. There are no
stools or huge pillows as in the other place. There are six on each
side, while Our Lord is at the end of the V which makes Him the
Head of them all. The one with the brown beard, the one that seems
to play an important part here, is again at the left side of Our Lord.
The youngest one with no beard or mustache, but has lovely light
brown hair, similar to Our Lord, (a little lighter than Our Lord,) is
again at the right side but on the oblong, the part extending away
from Our Lord. Next to him is an older one, next to him is the dark
haired one, next to him the other three, some are younger than oth
ers. On the left side of Our Lord is the brown haired one, second-is
the one that has just the start of a beard, you might say. He, too,
looks very young, and then there is another dark brown haired one
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and older ones, two of them with gray beards. They have hardwork
ing hands. They are reclining, bowing their heads. They are prepar
ing for something, for what I do not know. Except the one, he is un
attentive. He looks about while the others are lost within them
selves, in meditation.
In the upper room it seems Our Holy Mother is being given the
vision of the room below where Her Divine Son is preparing for a
solemn, it seems so solemn, some great devotion. They are all on
their knees and Our Holy Mother has Her arms crossed, (Mary Ann
crosses her arms over her chest) while the holy women hold their
hands like this. (Mary Ann holds her hands in an attitude of
prayer.)
Our Lord is instructing the Apostles. Within this room are two
other strange men who have just appeared. Who they are I do not
know. Our Lord still instructs the Apostles very humbly and de
voutly. The Apostles recline, but Our Lord still stands. He now re
clines as He continues to instruct them, then He stands again.
(Mary Ann makes the Sign of the Cross twice.)
In the upper room, Our Holy Mother and the women are bless
ing themselves. It seems She saw the blessing of the Apostles. Our
Lord and God is still instructing them.
The two strangers in the room with gray hair and gray beards, do
not belong to the former ones, they seem to be to the side of the
room.
To the left of Our Lord at the side of the room there is a small
table. It does not exactly look like a table but one could call it that.
On this table is a container covered with a linen cloth. It is from this
container that two of the Apostles take small loaves of bread and
also bring forth a beautiful pear-shaped vessel or chalice which
seems to be made of gold. It is very beautiful. It glows, it was placed
on a tray. Then they place it all before Our Lord and God. The
youngest one has gone. Now he brings a white linen cloth, which he
gives to Our Lord. The one with the brown beard is going to the side
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of the room and is bringing a strange looking earthen-ware contain
er. It seems to be, no, a jar,-it is hard to explain. The two Apostles
then go back and take their own places.
This bread does not look like the loaves of bread they had at the
supper, the loaves are different, much flatter. He now speaks to
them and they all solemnly recline. (Mary Ann makes the Sign of.
the Cross twice.) Our Lord blesses what the two Apostles brought
before Him, again He speaks to them. Now He seems to be blessing
all of them. The one without the beard seems so concerned; he
never leaves the side of Our Lord and God. He places His hand on
the shoulder of this one Apostle as if to reassure him that everything
is alright.
TRANSUBSTANTIATION.
Our Lord picks up the loaf of bread, again His eyes look heaven
ward toward God the Father Who willed the changing of the bread
into His flesh. Here I find no words to explain the awesome feeling
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that engulfs one, when, I see Our Lord and God with His arms
raised holding the loaf of bread, which pulsates with brilliant rays
oflight coming from above, and all around Our Lord. How beauti
ful Our Lord looks during this moment when He holds the loaf of
bread in His hands. He is speaking but I do not understand what He
is saying. His whole being seems to glow as though He is transpar
ent, as if He isn't there, and yet He is present. Our Lord lays the loaf
of bread down before Him. He breaks the loaf in half and the one
half into many pieces. Our Lord's eyes turn heavenward; His lips
are moving as He speaks to God the Father. It seems at this mo
ment that there is such a great brilliance all about the Sacred Table.
Rays of light seem to come from above and from Our Lord's body
engulfing the loaf of bread which seems to pulsate, throb, or vibrate
with a glowing light as Our Lord's eyes look heavenward; as He
speaks to God The Father in Heaven. (At this time Mary Ann raises
to a sitting position, reaches upward with both arms. Her expres
sion is one of complete awe and reverence. Her arms continue to
extend upward as she apparently sees something very, very beauti
ful. Tears flow from her eyes as she says with love and devotion,
"My Lord and My God." At the same time her arms cross and her
hands rest on her shoulders. She then says, "One feels so unworthy,
so unworthy, so unclean, yet one's chest seems to burst as one's heart
swells with such a great love that glows within you. All one can do
as you witness this Great and Sacred Moment is say, 'MY LORD,
MY GOD: MY LORD, MY GOD' ". As there is a tightness in
one's throat, I find no words suitable to explain the awesome feel
ing of rapture; the joyful experience as one says, "My Lord, My
God, I am not worthy.") During all this it seems the ceiling disap
peared and Angds, Cherubs, and Saints appeared in its place. It
seems all of Heaven came down. Such a heavenly beauty; such a
joyful experience. I cannot explain the feeling, it is as if one is lifted
up and isn't here on earth. All the Apostles' eyes were turned heav
enward, they seem awe-stricken and their eyes seem to have such a
heavenly expression of love, of devotion; how beautiful, how beau
tiful. Oh God! Oh God! Open this up to our priests, open this up to
our priest. (Mary Ann said this in a most pleading tone of voice,
while the tears flowed from her eyes.) Let them see the "Glory of
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I am now drawn back to Our Lord and God Who is briefly speak
ing with the Apostles. Our Lord blesses the beautiful pear-shaped
vessel or Chalice, again the brilliance of light shines on Our Lord.
He picks up the golden vessel or Chalice, (Mary Ann holds her
hands together in the shape ofa Chalice.) and offers it up to His Fa
ther in Heaven and just as before, God the Father shows Himself in
a flash. The brilliant rays of light from above, seem to penetrate
Our Lord and God. The light seems to flow from Our Lord's body
which engulfs the Golden Vessel or Chalice, and It seems to pulsate
or vibrate with a throbbing motion. A darker substance seems to
flow into the Golden Vessel or Chalice from Our Lord's body, yet,
He is visible as One. (Mary Ann raises from a reclining position,
stretches forth her arms, looks up with great reverence and devo
tion; then reaching higher and higher and as her body trembles and
strains, tears stream down her face as she says, "MY LORD, MY
GOD; MY LORD, MY GOD. God the Father in Heaven, God the
Son and God the Holy Ghost, Angels in Heaven." Slowly she re
turns to a reclining position criss-crossing her arms over her chest in
an attitude of prayer and great reverence). This seems so strange,
the transparent look, yet it isn't. I just cannot explain it. Just as be
fore the Angels, Cherubs and Saints appear on all sides above Our
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Lord, the same brilliant light, the same glorious feeling engulfs one
as all one can say, "Oh My Lord, My God, I am not worthy; My
Lord, My God, I am not worthy to witness this Solemn Moment."
This heavenly feeling of great joy, it is just unexplainable. I fail here
to find the words to express this glorious heavenly scene as Our
Lord and God offers Himself to His Eternal Father in Heaven.
This is the most solemn period when God the Father showed
Himself to His Divine Son. Our Holy Mother witnessed this
beauty, this sacred, sacred moment! Even Enoch and Elias were
called forth in their mortal bodies to witness and partake in this
most solemn period. This was just told to me by a voice. (Then
Mary Ann crossed her arms over her chest and again said with such
deep devotion "My Lord and My God.")
Our Lord speaks to the Apostles as they seem to arise with still
this beautiful expression on their faces, all except one, this dark
looking one. He has a strange expression of uncertainty, mixed
emotion of guilt, of awe and fear which he is trying very hard to
hide.
Our Lord and God picks up one of the particles of bread He had
broken previously. He holds it up, seems to be saying something
which I do not understand. Now the Apostle at the right of Our
Lord and the one from the left of Our Lord, the same two that
brought the strange looking container from the side of the room
humbly kneel down together.
While I was watching, the two Apostles leave their places at the
table, which Our Lord had commanded them to do. Our Lord fin
ished praying over the Particles of Bread. Our Lord and God par
takes of Himself in all humbleness and humility. It is so strange,
underneath each Particle, no matter now small, there is an Image of
Himself, this is very strange and yet so beautiful.
While Our Lord gave these two Apostles each a Particle of Bread,
two other Apostles, one from each side of the table, would enter
within. They humbly kneel down. The Apostles who walk within
the V together, give each other the Particle of Bread which Our
Lord and God has placed before them. Here again appears the
same Image of Our Lord and God; even the smallest little Crumb
that had fallen off as Our Lord and God had broken the Bread, no
matter how small the Piece, the Image of Our Lord and God is
transformed upon It; even while He stands there all aglow, Our
Lord has a transparent look, the only word I can use.
God the Father in Heaven had willed it so. Every Particle of
Bread separated from the main Particle will not be an accident. It
will not be just a limb of Our Lord, it will be His Whole Body unit
ed. Each Particle is Thy Lord and God, whole and entire. (Mary
Ann spoke these words with much humility, sincerity and convic
tion.) This is all so strange to watch. It is so beautiful! One feels like
they are in Heaven, and God the Father is there, while His Divine
Son comes within one. Oh so beautiful! Such a glorious feeling of
JOy.
Now Our Lord and God pours from that Beautiful Golden Ves
sel or Chalice some Liquid; just a few drops into the smaller vessels,
which the two Apostles are holding, in their left hands. (Mary Ann
gasps with surprise and exclaims, "Oh how beautiful!") An image
appears of Our Lord's Heart with blood-like liquid flowing from it
into the little vessels, which they are partaking of. Oh how beauti
ful! Now both the Apostles arise, as it seems Our Lord instructs
them to do so. They walk in back of Our Lord and God to the right
side of the room where the tapestry or carpet was drawn. They open
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it partially. Beside them are the two strangers with long gray hair
and beards, Enoch and Elias. They both receive of the Particles of
Bread and of the Liquid or Wine from the two Apostles who now go
to the partially open tapestry as the workers and attendants come
up to {he opening by twos to receive. THEY ALL HUMBLY
KNEEL TO PARTAKE. The youngest gives the Liquid or Wine, I
am not sure what the Vessel really contains. They partake and
leave, while others come forward to partake. The other Apostles
continue to enter the V by twos. They give each other a Particle of
Bread. Our Lord and God pours a Liquid or Wine from an earthen
like jug into smaller pear-shaped Vessels. They are similar to the
one before Our Lord only much smaller. (Mary Ann gestures with
her hands the size of these containers.) There is one for each Apos
tle, which the Apostle carries in his left hand when he enters within
the V.
But in the third group as they go in twos, the darker one, he is the
third Apostle from the right of Our Lord, his face seems much dark
er, seems a little more sunburned, wind burned, with darker expres
sion than the rest. He gave a Particle of Bread to the one Apostle
with him inside the V. Now the other ~postle with him gives him,
(Mary Ann says, "Oh", and with an expression of surprise says, "an
Angel snatches the Particle of Bread from his lips, he doesn't par
take." Mary Ann seems to be listening, then says, "Yes, I under
stand, that would be desecration.") He turns very dark and leaves.
He never looks toward His Lord and God. He does not go back to
his place at the table but sneaks behind them near the carpet or tap
estry. He does not fool Our Lord and God, for, He knew this was in
his plans, the evil thoughts His betrayer had within him. Our Lord
looks down on him with pity and sadness. This darker one, gives
one the feeling of evilness, betrayal, or something terribly wrong.
(Mary Ann shudders in disgust.) He slips in back of the Apostles,
stops behind a pillar, watches the other Apostles as they, un
disturbed, continue to receive both Species. He slips slowly out be
hind the partition of either carpet or tapestry, and leaves. Because
of his immediate departure after the Angel snatched the Bread
away, he does not touch or partake of the Liquid or Wine as the rest
of the Apostles did.
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25. TRUE WORDS OF CONSECRATION
A deep voice spoke, who it was, I do not know. "You have just
witnessed the True Consecration of the Holy Bread into the Body of
Thy Lord and God. This Bread, at this moment, becomes insepara-
ble from Thy Lord and God, every Particle, no matter how large or
small, becomes Thy Lord and God as a Whole, United and Entire.
This is called TRANSUBSTANTIATION. That is the reason you
witnessed the Image of Thy Lord and God on every Particle of
Bread. The Holy Bread of Life Eternal, the reality and sign, is the
True Body of Thy Lord and God; thus, the grace uniting the soul
with Thy Lord and God. Thy Lord and God instructs the Apostles
thus. You witnessed an instant appearance of God the Father to
Thy Lord and God, so He wills this. When Thy Lord picks up the
loaf of Bread, He tells the Apostles: 'THIS IS MY BODY! TAKE
YOU ALL AND EAT OF THIS. FOR THIS IS MY BODY
WHICH IS GIVEN FOR YOU, DO THIS IN REMEMBRANCE
OF ME.' At this moment, God the Father and Thy Lord and God
with the Holy Ghost, are united into One, thus, God the Father so
wills.
"You again witnessed the solemn, the most glorious moment,
when Thy Lord and God picked up the Golden Vessel, the Chalice,
the Heart of Thy Lord and God; as you witnessed the Blood flows
from Thy Lord into this goodly Chalice as Thy Lord and God pours
wine into the Chalice. Thy Lord again instructs them (Apostles).
'FOR THIS IS THE CHALICE OF MY BLOOD OF THE NEW
TESTAMENT AND ETERNAL COVENANT, THE MYSTERY
OF FAITH, WHICH SHALL BE SHED FOR YOU AND FOR
MANY UNTO THE FORG IVENESS OF SINS. AS OFTEN AS
YOU SHALL DRINK IT, IN MEMORY OF ME SHALL YOU
DO IT.' The voice continues: Thus, He Thy Lord instructs His
Apostles, this Bread is His Body, this Wine is His blood and is given
to those who are not of sin and for all men who obey Him, which
you witnessed when Judas the evil one, was ready to partake of the
Particle of Bread, which was Holy Bread of Life Eternal, and the
small Chalice of Wine, Thy Savior's blood of Unending Salvation,
All perfect; had Judas partaken that would have been desecration.
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That is why God the Father instructed the Angel to snatch It from
him (Judas).
"When Thy Lord speaks of ,you' He means the Apostles, and for
'many' He means the men of the New Testament. He told the Apos
tle 'I, Thy Lord and God, pray for you (meaning the Apostles). I
pray not for the world, but for them whom Thou hast given Me, be
cause they are Thine. I am the Vine, you are the branches.' Much is
lost in translation from Thy Lord's language to your language as the
true meaning cannot be brought forth."
Back at the main place Thy Lord and God is speaking to the rest
of the Apostles (nine of them). The two Apostles returned after giv
ing the two Species to all attendants, workers, cooks and those that
did other tasks. They place before Our Lord the Particles left,
which Thy Lord and God now places into another smaller Vessel
and covers It with a white linen cloth, which they now take to the
side where they first brought It from, the smaller table. They place
It within the strange looking container which is covered with a
white linen cloth. While the two Apostles return the Particles to the
small table, Our Lord and God wipes the beautiful golden pear
shaped Vessel or Chalice with a white linen cloth. After Our Lord is
finished cleansing this beautiful Vessel, He speaks to them. Our
Lord gives one of the Apostles the same linen cloth He used to wipe
the pear-shaped Vessel or Chalice which the Apostle uses to wipe
and cleanse his smaller Vessel. When he is finished he passes it on
to the next, until all small Vessels are cleansed, even the one that
the dark haired one never used; yet the Apostle wipes It. After all
the Vessels are clean, Our Lord and God blesses all the Apostles,
also the two strangers with the gray hair and beards. (Mary Ann
makes the Sign of the Cross.) After the blessing they all bow their
heads in deep prayer and meditation.
While in the upper chamber Our Holy Mother is praying with
the Holy Women with such deep devotion and meditation. Our
Holy Mother makes the Sign of the Cross as She visualizes Her Di
vine Son's blessing of the Apostles. Our Lord and the eleven seem
to have been in deep meditation or prayer. Now Our Lord speaks to
them and they arise. They retreat to the side and continue to pray.
Our Lord and the eleven Apostles in retreat of prayer while the
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twelfth one roams the darkened streets as a thief iri the night. In the
room where the third lamb was taken the servants, too, had been on
their knees in prayer. They too, were praying, they are now dispers
ing.
Back to Our Lord and God, it seems all are receiving some last
instruction as they are preparing to leave, the youngest one and the
one with the brown hair and beard seem very concerned. Our Lord
seems to assure them of something. They are now leaving the large
building.
They are walking through the back narrow path leading to the
garden, a beautiful garden. To the youngest Apostle here, Our Lord
and God gave the privilege of taking care of Our Holy Mother, to
be with Her at all times. Those were the instructions Our Lord and
God gave him at the Last Supper, so he returns back to the large
building to be with the Mother of God, if he is needed. The rest
have dispersed into the shrubbery; three of them are walking with
Our Lord and God, Who is again speaking to them. The youngest
Apostle stays at the side door, of the large building. He does not
enter the upper chamber but watches and waits at the side of the
building.
The three are still in deep prayer. Their eyes are turning heavy,
heavier, heavier. They are closing their eyes, they seem to have
gone asleep. Just as the world is asleep, they heed not, they care not
for Our Lord and God, They are asleep the same as today.
And now back to Our Lord, Who has gone down on His knees
with a most heavy heart. Beads of perspiration are flowing from His
face while the three recline. Their heads are bowed, their eyes are
drooping. His eyes are looking towards the heavens, they are filled
with a grief, a deep grief. It seems to be cutting into Him, deeper
and deeper. Oh, how penetrating it gets. He is praying, praying. Oh,
the sorrow on His face, the agony, the anguish, the pain that seems
to be reflected on His face. His beautiful face has turneo to one of
anguish and sorrow. He is stooping lower and lower. The weight
seems heavier and heavier. (Mary Ann with hands clasped, repeat
edly tosses backward and forward, side to side in the wheelchair,
suffers greatly, body slumps forward, forward, until her head al
most touches her knees. Slowly she rises to normal sitting position.)
His eyes seem to plead as He looks to the heavens.
He looks towards the village. He turns His eyes toward the large
building, glancing toward the building where He knows His Moth
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But Our Mother, She too, is in sorrow. She visions Her Son in the
garden. She knows Her Son is in such anguish, in such agony, and
She tries to lift it from the One She so loves. It seems to be more
than She can bear. "Oh, Holy Mother, Oh Sorrowful Mother! My
Lord and My God. Oh Holy Mother, Oh Blessed Mother, so heavy
the weight." She pleads with Her eyes toward Heaven, and again
Her eyes turn toward the garden, for She knows Her Divine Son is
suffering for something the Father in Heaven has so wished, so
willed upon Her Divine Son. She too, feels the weight, the heavi
ness, as She is being pressed down. The tears are streaming from
Her eyes as She glances toward the garden where She knows Her
Son is suffering. Oh, how sad She looks, such anguish and sorrow.
She is pleading with Heaven to help carry this weight, for it seems
She wants so much to help Her Son. She bows Her head down into
Her lap and shakes with grief. (Mary Ann, in a voice filled with
deep sorrow and grief, says.) "Holy Mother, Blessed Mother."
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again extend towards Heaven. Oh, the anguish, the suffering, His
face, Oh His face, it looks so pitiful! He has dropped on His face
upon a rock, quivering in every muscle, and every fibre of His body
is shaking. He looks toward the heavens, again He pleads. His lips
are moving, His eyes are so sorrowful, so much in agony, the pres
sure.
As the light comes from Her to Her Divine Son, and He looks up
with blood and sweat streaming down His face, He -sees His Holy
Mother. This gives Him strength. Also God the Father from Heav
en, from Whom, beams of light are coming down upon Him give
Him strength to carry on, for the sins of the world are so heavy to
bear.
looks at them, again He speaks to them, but they are too tired. They
do not even stir, they do not respond to His call, they sleep on.
Our Holy Mother visions that the Apostles have fallen asleep and
left Her Divine Son alone. They failed to pray with Him. Our Holy
Mother seems to know this. "Oh Holy Mother, Thy heart is grieved,
Thou prayest and asked the holy women to pray with Thee."
Still asleep, they cannot stay awake to pray for their Master. "Oh
Sorrowful Mother, Oh Blessed Mother, Thy heart is so heavy with
pain and sorrow to see Thy Son with His blood-spattered face."
Our Lord looks to the heavens again in prayer, and He bows
over. He seems to look smaller in the weight that is pressed upon
Him. Oh, so alone, so alone He stands there. They could not keep
this moment with Him. They hear not His plea. They are too weak,
too tired, they have forgotten Our Lord's plea to pray.
His hair is all matted together as if He had come out ofa rain. He
is going back, deeper and deeper into the garden. He falls prostrat
ed right down on His face. His face, oh, it seems to be so, so grieved,
so strained. His beautiful face, distorted with the agony of the sins
of the world. He shakes as if unable to accept what is given Him. He
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tries to arise, but is too weak, He falls back again.
"Oh Holy Mother." Rays of Light shine upon Our Lord from His
Holy Mother while He lies prostrate upon a rock. He is so weary, so
pressed down, the weight is so heavy. His face is so wet with blood
and perspiration. (Mary Ann's shoulders droop and her body
slumps forward and she says, "weight, weight is so heavy.")
A bright ray oflight shines on Our Lord as His eyes look heaven
ward and in it this ray, oh is a Chalice. (Mary Ann smiles, seems
awed, raises herself up with arms extended.) An Angel is holding
the Chalice. "Blessed Mother, Holy Mother, you too have visioned
the Chalice of Thy Divine Son. It pleases Him because You have
prayed for Him and given Him strength." There seems to be a spe
cial kind of a light shining down. Our Holy Mother is on Her knees.
She too feels this glorious moment. A golden ray of light streams
down upon Our Lord. Our Father in Heaven is bringing down a
beam of light on His Son, to give Him strength to fulfill His Father's
will in Heaven. "My Lord! My God!" "He trembles so, He
trembles so." (As Mary Ann said these words, tears were flowing
from her eyes, her face looked so sad, yet radiant, then she folded
her hands in prayer.)
It gives Him strength, His face brightens, He looks beautiful. Our
Holy Mother seems to be witnessing this. A weight seems to be
bearing down on Her. She seems to feel His agony, pain, suffering,
and weakness. A light engulfs Her. She seems to gather strength
from this. An Angel comes to Our Lord and lifts Him up, one hand
underneath each elbow. He seems to gather strength from this. His
face changes expression, His face is so Divine, so full of love, and
yet so full of sorrow. He arises tired, weary, so sorrowful, like one
that has accepted what is pressed upon Him, what is given Him;
prepared to meet with love whatever is wanted of Him. Oh, such
wonderful love that is in His Heart. It seems He is gathering
strength. He is now going down upon His knees and His eyes are
looking heavenward, and He is praying. His prayers are getting
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THE ANGEL HOLDS THE CHALICE
more powerful. Oh, the change that has come over Him. Sorrow,
and still it seems like joy. His face is calmer, more beautiful. Now
He arises, He is on His feet, tired, weary, so sorrowful. He brushes
back His matted hair, He has been given strength, He is walking
back to the sleeping forms on the ground, though still weak, yet His
steps are firmer.
Oh, at the head of these soldiers is the dark one, the twelfth one,
the evil one. (Mary Ann gags and retches, she sinks and has to be
aroused.) He approaches with a smiling face, such a betraying face,
all smiles, and speaks friendly to Our Lord, and Our Lord looks at
him with pity and sadness. The leader it seems, (of the soldiers),
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speaks to Our Lord. Our Lord answers them. Some of the soldiers
seem alarmed, and fall back as if they are frightened at what Our
Lord is saying to them. An unseen force seems to throw the soldiers
face down onto the ground, excepting the twelfth one, and thethree
others. Buithe others in the group and the twelfth one, oh no, they
have much more in their hearts, they command "ON"! Now the
soldiers arise as if Our Lord commanded them to arise. Again this
leader speaks to Our Lord, again Our Lord answers, and~gain th~y
fall on their faces. This seems to anger the twelfth one and the oth
ers with him. Again the evil one commands them forward. The sol
diers are all on their feet again. The other eight Apostles seem to
have heard His voice at the gate. They seem to be coming from
where I do not know. They are coming towards Our Lord and the
other three.
The evil one is walking towards Our Lord, smiling, but oh, what a
smile. Our Lord says something to him. He, oh, kisses Our Lord
with such a betraying face. Such a kiss of evilness. (Mary Ann's ex
pression is one of extreme disgust.) Oh, the sorrow that is shown in
the face of Our Lord. He looks at him with compassion, and Our
Lord says something to him, but I cannot understand them. Oh, the
pity Our Lord gives the twelfth one, but he doesn't seem to feel that
he has done wrong. He looks at his fellow Apostles with a queer
smile, a queer twitching at the corner of his mouth, and backs away.
It seems during all this time the other eight Apostles have arrived
and joined the three. They want to fly in defense it seems, at the sol
diers, but Our Lord puts up His hand and they step back. They
obey Him, but with sorrow, for they love Our Lord.
The soldiers are rushing forward now, swarm around Our Lord.
The leader snatches Our Lords beautiful robe and it is held before
him as he rides on a white horse.
They have seized Him, grab His arms, again there is a commo
tion.
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47. APOSTLE CUTS OFF EAR
Oh, they are tying Him up. They are putting, I don't know,
shackles or something, damps around His wrists. There is a chain
to this and a ring. They are tying His arms tight against His body
from His elbows upward around and around. They are crossing the
rope from His right arm to His left shoulder, around His neck,
across the right shoulder to His left arm, then to the back. This
forms a loop and this rope is connected to the back of His neck, and
through this loop two ropes are tied, and in front of Him they are
tying two ropes to the large ring.
Oh, the way they are pushing Him, jerking Him, slapping Him
across His face with the ends of the rope. (Mary Ann throws herself
from side to side, back and forth, strikes her head and face with
clasped hands, sinks, breathing seems to stop, has to be aroused.)
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They are taking Our Lord through a gate and down a rough path,
not the main path. Two pull Him forward with ropes, two pull back.
Oh, they jerk Him right off His feet, right on His face, they drag
Him, now they jerk Him back up. His face is bruised, some with
ends of ropes are slapping Him in His face, the knots producing
welts. They jerk His hair, they pull it, they spit at Him, they scratch
His face, they hit Him in the mouth. It cuts His lips, blood is run
ning down. (Mary Ann's expression is one of deep sorrow and
grief.)
He goes down again, they prod Him with spears, they jab His
sides, they jerk Him, they knock Him down, they spit at Him. He
tries to get up, they jerk Him, make Him fall. The sharp rocks cut
His face, His hands are bleeding, they jerk Him by His hair. He
walks on, but they don't let Him walk. They jerk Him sideways,
backwards, then forwards, and laugh and sneer, seem to say hateful
things to Him. He falls down again. They seem to be crossing a
pool, they throw dirt in His eyes, mud at Him, sticks, stones, dirty
rags, anything they can find. Oh, they are dragging Him, they won't
let Him get up, they jerk Him backwards. He gets up on His feet,
Oh His forehead, there is a big cut on it from the rock. Blood is run
ning in His eyes, in His mouth. They spit at Him. (Mary Ann's ex
pression is one of disgust and extreme anguish.)
They seem to be entering a small village. Some people seem to be
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waiting here with lighted torches. Oh, what a mob. They are push
ing forward to meet Our Lord, they are throwing rocks at Him,
mud, they slap His face with sticks. They throw Him down again,
now they are dragging Him. They are heading for one of their lead
ers, seems to be a High Priest.
They don't let Him walk, they slam Him down. Those sores, the
wounds, the mud, the mire! His eyes turn heavenward. He only
prays in humility and in love, while they spit on Him and jab Him
with their swords. Such humility, such love, to save man in his sins,
the sins they inflict upon God and Our Lord.
He arises, and now they are going into another room, a large
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place with huge pillars. This is another High Priest or Official, I
don't know which, who sits on his official chair. He is dressed in fin
ery, in silks. They throw Our Lord in front of him. He is now stand
ing up before him. The other Councilor has joined this one here,
and this older man, High Priest, speaks with the younger one and to
some of the others. They are talking, (I cannot understand,) while
they jeer, while they are throwing all the accusations, all the lies and
everything they can think of at Him; while the soldiers are abusing
Our Lord, spitting at Him, pulling His beard, poking His eyes, slap
ping Him in the mouth. He makes no replies. He stands with bowed
head in prayer, a very, oh, such a sorrowful, such a bloody mess of
humanity, mire and mud.
They jerk Him into another room and the mob follows Our Lord
into this next room. They hit Him across the face with sticks, they
jab Him, they throw things on His head. They dance in front of
Him, bowing in front of Him. Oh now, they are crowning Him, they
are putting a crown on His head. It's made of a mixture of briars,
straws or sticks, twigs; slapping at Him with some of the sticks.
They are spitting at Him. "Oh horrible." Again they pour a jar of
water in His face, dirty water. Oh no, a jar of spittle!
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Now one of them brings a dirty cloak. They jerk off His cloak
which they have muddied. They put a red, dirty, short robe on Him,
right over the ropes, and fasten it at the neck, at His throat, while
they dance and jump around Him. They bow before Him and gel
up and slap Him. They gouge at His eyes. Now they are taking a
dirty rag and tying it around His eyes.
This is a little example of todays Mass. How can they clap their
hands in ajoyous reaction, when at this period Thy Lord and God's
body is badly bruised as well as bones protruding and blood pour
ing from the wounds? How can they call it a Mass and beat the
drums and dance and clap their hands, we ask you?
There are two of the Apostles standing at the entrance. The
young Apostle puts his arms about the brown bearded Apostle and
points toward the village. The younger one is shaking his head
sadly as he looks toward Our Lord and leaves to go to Our Holy
Mother. They are still praying in the chamber.
The other one, tears streaming down his face, looks at Him too,
and turns and walks towards another door, and here he is met by a
woman who is carrying some water. She speaks to him, points at
him, and the Apostle seems to deny something she is saying. He
shakes his head angrily and walks quickly back the way he had
come. First he denied Our Lord to a woman, and then a rooster
crowed. He looks toward Our Lord, while at this moment they are
jerking the dirty rag from His eyes. (Mary Ann suffers severely,
flails her face with clasped hands.) They slap it across His eyes,
hurting His eyes, as they lead Him back to the two Councilors or
High Priests, or whatever they are, (between the columns) into the
Court. They jerk Hirr around, trying to make Him dance. They hit
His feet, and they are beating Him.
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He, this younger Councilor speaks to Him. Our Lord does not
answer. They strike at Him, they dance around Him, they bow be
fore Him and they spit in His face. They jerk Him down on His
knees, then back up again. Again this younger one angrily speaks to
Him, but again Our Lord does not answer.
Again the Apostle is shown looking pitifully towards Our Lord
and crying. "Oh, he feels so sorry, so sorry." He walks through one
chamber into another, and there he sees Our Lord again. He takes a
quick look at Him and tears stream down his face. He turns around
in sadness to go out a side entrance.
There is again the Apostle in back of the crowd, and one of the
men, the one whose ear had been removed, looks at the Apostle and
points his finger at him and says something to him. The Apostle
shakes his head violently, runs past the multitude, and it seems, at
the same moment, Our Lord is coming down the same steps and
glances at the Apostle. At this glance their eyes meet, he looks piti
fully at Our Lord and the Apostle hangs his head in shame and
rushes out crying bitterly and disappears into the crowd. As they are
leading Our Lord out, he looks back with fear and love at Our
Lord; oh, the sorrow he feels, he is afraid, and now the rooster
crows the third time. (Mary A~n now suffers much, gags and retch
es and says, "He denies Him.") At this moment the Apostle recalls
the words he said to Our Lord, that, he would never, never, deny
Him; yet at this moment he has denied Him. Oh such sorrow!
Now they take Our Lord down the rocky, stony street. It seems
more like cobble stones; they throw Him down. Oh, now where are
they takin!? Him?
59. DUNGEON
Eight soldiers with spears lead Him into sort of a damp, cold
musty, narrow, dark corridor, path-way. Seems to be going down,
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THE DUNGEON
down. They don't let Him walk. Seems to be water dripping from
somewhere. They push Him and knock Him down. [he mob stays
behind because they can't follow in this narrow passage. Some of
them are sitting down. Now they are opening the door, and they are
entering. They push Him right on His face into the slime. There are
rats, skeletons from men; muck, mold, filth, stench. They jerk Him
back up. He is now leaning up against a pillar, while they jab Him,
mock Him, and the slime drips from Him. It is dripping from His
hair, His beard, His face. They laugh at Him, they poke fun at Him.
(Mary Ann explains. The dungeon is an underground, slimy, dark,
dirty place where they have locked up their prisoners and those that
have been condemned to death. They would put them in there and
leave them until dead, and the bodies would decay in this slime,
with rats and dirty green slimy water. It was always dripping in
from above, making it very damp and dirty. This is where Thy Lord
and God was taken to spend the rest of the night until morning.
Mary Ann's suffering is most severe, she sinks and has to be ar
oused.)
They throw Him down, He goes on His knees, they poke Him
with their spears. They are leaving now, except two of them who
seem to stand guard. They fasten Him against the pillar. He is on
His knees praying. His eyes are looking upward as He prays. They
tantalize Him, they say evil things to Him. One of the guards,just to
be nasty, sticks his spear into a dead rat and sticks it in front of Our
Lord. They have thrown the spittle out of the pitcher in His face.
Our Blessed Lady visions Our Lord at this time and Her heart is so
heavy. He kneels down and prays; His eyes turn upward in prayer
while they jeer and mock Him. He prays for them and for all those
that have injured Him. (Mary Ann relaxes and seems to be
praying.)
60. A LIGHT SHINES ON OUR LORD
There is no light in this room, it is dark. He looks to the heavens
and a beam of light seems to be coming from somewhere upon
Him, all around Him. (Mary Ann looks with astonishment and sur
prise and says, "My Lord and My God!, even the guards look as
tonished at this light.")
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Even through all the mud, the slime, the muck, the dirt upon
Him, His face looks beautiful. The swollen eyes, the bleeding
mouth, the hole in His forehead where He had hit a rock, the mat
ted slimy haiL still He looks beautiful as He prays, "Deus. Deus.'·
He is not aware of anyone about Him, He is deep in prayer. Oh. His
sad looking face, His swollen eyes, the matted slimy half: but be
neath it all there is beauty. His face seems to change during these
moments of prayer.
The first Councilor and second Councilor are with Him. They
are dressed in their silk fineries. They do not lead Him out in kind
ness. They jerk Him up, spear Him, push Him out through the
door. They slam Him against the side of this narrow passage. Now
at the end of the narrow passage they stop. They are taking off those
wet, muddy, filthy mock clothes they had on Him. They untie His
hands so He can dress Himself. He puts on His own muddy gown
taken off before. The gown that grew with Our Lord's body from
the time He was a boy. While He is doing that the mob is shoving
Him. The evj,J one and the two Councilors are at the head of them.
They take the crown off, and now are binding Him again with sha
ckles. Oh, how pitiful He looks, how sad.
Two of the Apostles are near Their Lord and Master. The
youngest one of the two looks back towards the huge building and is
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now leaving. He is going back to be with the Beautiful Lady, Our
Lord's Mother. He seems to feel that She is calling him, for there is
a light shining from Her to him; as if they are united, or visualizing
each others need. He goes to Her to give Her aid and comfort. The
other Apostle stays with the crowd, in the background. This is the
Apostle that had denied His Lord and Master. His face looks sad as
tears stream from his eyes. He had denied His Lord and Master be
cause of fear of the mob. He seems weighed down with the guilt of
what he had done. He cannot keep his eyes off his Master, but stays
in the background.
Now they are going on again. They all join in the same group.
They are going to a higher, large place.
Oh Holy Mother, Blessed Mother. The holy women are crying.
The one with the beautiful golden hair is on the right side of Our
Holy Mother, and the tears are falling as she looks toward Our Lord
and God, whose body is so beaten, bruised and bloody. Tears are
falling from her eyes as she looks at His Mother, who is so pale and
who has already aged so much. Looks so sad! Now the young Apos
tle is supporting Her. She is preparing to leave with the youngest
Apostle. He is trying it seems, to persuade Her to stay back. She
shakes Her head and pushes forward, for She wants to be near Her
Son. He puts his arm about Her shoulder and slowly they leave the
upper chamber, with the one with the beautiful golden hair, also
another. Several other women start to follow them, clasp their
hands before them and retreat back as if in fear. Two of them fol
low Her, and the youngest Apostle supports Our Holy Mother as
they head towards the village.
Oh Sorrowful Mother, Holy Mother, you are so weary, so weary.
The mob, the·soldiers, they crowd and dance, throw rocks, mud,
rags, sticks at Our Lord, they throw mud in His face.
They are going over a sort of a bridge. They push Him off of it
into the water. I don't know if it is a river or just a pool. They drag
Him back out. They don't let Him on His feet, they jerk Him up. He
tries to rise, but the two in the back pull Him down. The others, but
oh, if they would only leave Him walk. If they could only leave Him
in peace. He is back on His feet now, He is walking on, the bones
protruding from His knees, the bones protruding from His elbows,
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the bone showing from His forehead above the left eye. The blood
has hardened and crusted over His eyes. The ugly mob, the evil one
shouting encouragement. Torture!
The water has washed the grime off His face, but it has drenched
His garments. Now they drag Him through the dust and dirt. He is
so weak from all the torture and torments. Fresh blood runs, the old
wounds are opened, new ones inflicted. They kick Him as He lays
prostrated. Now they raise Him back up, then push Him down and
they step on Him while He prays for them. They pull hands full of
hairoutofHis head, and jerk at His beard. They don't let Him walk
up the steps, they throw Him down. He bumps His head again.
They half drag, half push Him down the steps.
And now, there is the young Apostle, he is with Our Holy Mother
and the two women. In the back there are other women, they are
crying. Two of the women are supporting Our Holy Mother, for
She is so weak, so sad. She feels all the pangs, all the pains that Her
Divine Son suffered. She can feel all that they inflicted upon Him,
the tortures.
"Oh Heavenly Mother, how sad You look, how sorrowful, so
pale. The tears are streaming from Your eyes." The Apostle is
standing by Her, he is always near Her, and so are the two women.
She could not bear it if it was not for them. She seems to slump into
their arms, and the Apostle reaches out to help support Her. She
watches Her Son being led by the same building where they had
taken refuge to watch, so She could be near Her Son.
They are entering a large courtyard. They are going up some
steps to a large room. They drag Him up those steps, they don't let
Him walk. Now they jerk Him up on His feet.
They enter this room, and in a large beautiful chair sits an Offi
cial of some kind, High Priest or Governor, or someone of author
ity. He is dressed in all his silk and finery. This beautiful chair is
higher up than all the rest, like a throne. They stop before him. This
Official looks down, and there seems to be a flicker of pity as he
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looks at the figure before him, this Human, but horrible looking
Man, so disfigured. Hardly recognizable. He seems to be scolding
the accusers. For this large Man before him is only a mockery of a
man. His face a mess of potters mud, dried blood; a big gash on His
forehead above the left eye, which penetrated so deeply where He
was thrown against a rock. His hair, some pulled out, all matted,
mud, dried blood.
His beard, chunks jerked out, mud, blood, His eyes, swollen eyes,
mud, blood. His eyes are only slits. His eye lashes filled with dried,
crusted blood. His lips, lips that are parched, lips swollen, covered
with dried blood. Wet streams of blood all over Him.
He looks at Him with pity, and now he speaks to the accusers and
the High Priest that brought this so called criminal before him. He
doe~ not like what he sees. Now they are bringing Him up closer.
"Thou, oh Sorrowful Mother, has visioned all this. Thy heart is
so heavy as Thou doth see Thy Son so abused. Thy body feels the
pains and abuses of Thy Son as You see the refuse and spittle they
throw in Thy Son's face. It makes You grieve. The one with the
golden hair supports Thee as the young Apostle is appraoching to
help and guide Thee through this moment of sorrow. Oh Holy
Mother, Thy face looks so sad."
Our Holy Mother leaves the chamber with some of the holy
women and the young Apostle to be near Her Son i,n this courtyard.
The High Priest speaks loudly to the crowd from the balcony, as the
crowd screams, CRU, CRU, CRU, or something like that. They do
not care for his suggestions; they seem to want nothing of them.
They are now sending Him on, pushing Him down the steps.
The angry mob is pushing forward, accusing, yelling and scream
ing. More and more accusers are entering, from all sides. The evil
Apostle is urging and provoking accusations from the crowd, keeps
encouraging the others into a frenzy, a more frenzied mob. Oh the
hate, the evilness, the unjustness; such black hearts, such evil
hearts!
Our Lord looks upward and into the eyes of His accuser. His ac
cuser is asking Him questions, accusing Him of things. He does not
answer, He bows His head in such humility, in prayer. His lips seem
to be always moving in prayer.
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Now they take Him away from the jeering, sneering multitude;
oh, such faces, such looks, but amongst them are a few that do not
like what they see, that have pity in their hearts, but they are only in
the minority. The majority overrules. They take Him out of the
room now to a side room. They throw water in His face to wash off
some of the grime and dirt. He is now dripping wet.
They are returning back to this High Official. In the meantime
the High Official was having counsel with the two High Priests or
Officers that came with them. The High Official now speaks to Our
Lord. Our Lord answers him in a loud, firm, sincere voice. The
most Divine looking face. A light seems to shine on Him, from
where I cannot tell, but it is there.
The crowd screams, they holler. Oh, the hatred, the venom that is
coming from their lips. The crowd sneers, the crowd screams a cer
tain word all the time, they are not satisfied, they want revenge. Our
Lord bows His head, says nothing. They jerk Him about, some beat
Him while He is standing there, some poke Him with the spears.
Again this High Official speaks to Our Lord, again Our Lord an
swers. Seems to say that He is justified in what He is doing, but they
do not believe Him. They cannot come to a decision and the mob is
screaming. They slap Him, they spit on Him. Now the Official
seems to say something to the other Councilors. They speak, they
seem to be dissatisfied, they have come to another decision. They
are sending Him on again. As they leave the Governor, they do not
let Him walk. This Governor looks at Him with anger. They jerk
Our Lord around, He half rolls down the stairs, they hit Him, they
kick Him. His head hits a big pillar again, the blood squirts from
His wounds, runs in His eyes, He staggers, they drag Him down the
street.
They don't let Him walk. He falls, they jerk Him up, they kick
Him, they beat Him, they spit on Him. They step on Him when He
is down, they kick Him, they pull Him back on His feet. He bends
over, and stumbles on His soaked wet garments. He is back up on
His feet now. They prod Him on, they jab Him, they pull Him.
(Mary Ann's face portrays pity, sadness, grief.)
One of the soldiers ride against Him with his horse. It is the same
soldier that took the robe off Our Lord at the gate.
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64. HIGH OFFICIAL OR RULER
The Official gets angry and sends Him into a side chamber, an
other narrow room. He picks up a white cotton sack, takes a large
knife and cuts a hole in it. He strips it over Our Lord's head, over
everything. They take a red piece of another garment and put that
around His neck and tie it in back of Him. They hit Him with sticks
and throw refuse in His face from containers standing there, human
refuse. (Mary Ann suffers, gags, retches and sinks, has to be
aroused.) They take a filthy rag and blindfold Him. They spit at
Him, bow before Him, slap His face,jerk His beard, pull His hair,
jab Him in the eyes with a cane-like stick. Now they jerk Him back
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out in front of this Governor or High Priest. They jab at Him again,
now they jerk Him, try to make Him dance. They throw Him down
on His face, they pull Him back up, they slap Him, they lead Him
out again. They take His blindfold off, they remove the sack and hit
Him across the face with it. They use the dirty white cloth they had
over His eyes; they hit Him across the mouth, the ends slap into His
. .
eyes, causmg more pam.
The crowd outside is getting wild, milling around. They are
shouting, shouting, they are angry, they seem to want some action.
They are not satisfied, this mob, such villains, they are screaming
some words.
The High Official sends Our Lord out as if he"wants to cleanse
Him. Instead of cleansing Him, they throw more refuse and spittle
on Him. With reeds and canes they poke into His wounds.
They lead Him back into a large room. This Official Governor
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sticks a cane-like thing in His tied hands and sends Him out. They
are going back the way they came to the other Governor or High
Official. This High Authority, or whatever he is, goes with thelJ1.
Again He is being dragged out, thrown down the stone steps. The
mob is more angry, it is screaming, it is screaming the same word,
CRUC, CRUC, CRUCIFY. They seem to want His life.
The spouse of this High Priest pulls him into a side chamber. She
falls on her knees and begs and pleads with this High Dignitary.
There is great concern on his face as she pleads with him and shakes
her head, tears streaming down her face. She does not like what her
spouse has permitted to happen to this Man. She begs him, she
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pleads with him, but he stands there without emotion of one kind or
another. There seems to be a light of fear in his eyes as he looks
toward the door where this beaten Man stands but as he glances
over the raging mob, the screaming mob, he walks back and forth,
while the spouse follows him, pleading, pleading. The spouse again
grabs his arm, again she pleads, she points to the mob. She points in
another direction, she begs him, she goes down on her knees, beg
ging him, pleading with him. She clings to his right leg, he pushes
her away, shakes his head, it seems reluctantly, but he goes out
agam.
The High Official goes back and talks to the two Councilors who
were with him the evening before and are now with the dark one.
He is wringing his hands, waiting for some decision. He seems to
have fear and greediness in his eyes, as he looks at them with a false
smile on his face. They are speaking loudly. They seem to be dis
agreeing, while below the balcony the crowd is screaming, scream
ing, CRUC, CRUC, CRUC. They are lunging forward, throwing,
screaming, screaming. While the guards mock Him, they jerk Our
Lord back and forth, slapping the ropes against His face, laughing
at Him, spitting on Him.
While the High Priest and the Officials are still disputing, the
spouse of this Official is walking back and forth, her hands clasped.
She seems to be praying in the inner chamber, walking back and
forth, tears streaming down her face. She does not like what she
sees. The raging mob is screaming, screaming. She looks out of the
door down upon this Victim of a Man so badly bruised, so badly
beaten. She sees the guards abuse Him. She does not like what she
sees. She leaves and throws herself at the feet of her spouse and
pleads for Our Lord and God. She pleads, and speaks of the conse
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quences. He seems reluctant, but then he hears the screaming mob,
screaming, screaming; so he swiftly turns around while she clings to
his garments, pleading, pleading. It seems in vain.
This Official walks out on a sort of balcony overlooking the
crowd. They scream the same, they holler. Oh, but the crowd cheers
him on, and his face hardens. So he again speaks to Our Lord, and
Our Lord seems to be saying something in the humble, sweet voice
of His, and His eyes turn heavenward, and then back to His accuser.
His accuser walks toward the crowd who are down below, seems
to be in a large courtyard, or as the Ancients seemed to have in
those days. It is different than what I am accustomed to. But oh, the
look, the look in their faces. They seem to be screaming, only one
word seems to ring out, it sounds like CRUC, CRUCIFY HIM. I
am not sure though, yes, CRUC something.
Oh, they have reached some sort of a decision. The High Official
goes over where his spouse has knelt down to pray. He looks at her
with pity and compassion in his eyes as he walks back to the side of
the room behind her, and' he likes not what he hears outside from
the screaming crowd.
They are jerking Our Lord down the stairs. As He rolls, He
strikes His head. He is being led away. Oh, oh, where are they tak
ing Him? Oh, oh, no!
Now there seems to be a vision of Our Holy Mother. Oh, the sor
row in Her eyes, the love, the understanding. Her face has turned so
ghastly white. She is hanging on to one of the other women who is
with Her, who has been with Her. "Oh, Dear Blessed Mother!" The
sorrow is so great as She visions, yes, it is the vision She has of Her
own Son. She seems to have fainted. Oh, Holy Mother! The Apos
tle has picked Her up. Oh, how sad She looks as She hears the deci
sion that they have made. She collapses.
Oh, Sorrowful Mother, You have witnessed all this. You are in
the back seeing it all. Your heart is heavy as You are leaning upon
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the two women, and the youngest Apostle is supporting You also.
Your eyes are pleading with the Father in Heaven to let you suffer,
while Your Son stands there in front of the accuser, unrecogniza
ble. He does not look like Your Son. His eyes are closed with mat
ted blood. His beard has chunks of hair pulled from it. There are
gashes all over His face. His knees, the flesh is torn off, the bone is
protruding. The ropes have cut into His flesh where they have
bound Him so tight, the water has tightened them. All this is caus
ing Him anguish.
And You, Dear Mother, have witnessed it all. The arrow has
pierced Your heart. You are weakened with sorrow. (Mary Ann
suffers, her expression is one of anguish, pity, and sorrow.) The ray
of light that is shining on You is giving You strength.
"Oh, Holy Mother!" She has now entered the courtyard from the
side street. She is looking at Her Son so badly beaten and bruised.
The one with the beautiful golden hair and some of the women and
the youngest Apostle are supporting Her, so gently, so kindly. The
one with the golden hair is weeping and looking so sad at Our Holy
Mother, while Our Holy Mother is clinging to the other one that is
so close to Her. There are two women closer to Her than some of the
rest; the one with the golden hair and the one with darker hair.
They are standing in an opening, looking across the courtyard,
where, they have now taken Our Lord by a strange looking pil1ar or
post. The tears are streaming down Her face. She looks so pale, so
sad and so pressed down it seems, with a heavy weight as She glan
ces toward Her Son, Her arms reaching towards Him. Their eyes
meet and She leans back against the young Apostle as he so gently
supports Her. He is trying to take Her out the side gate so She need
not see this cruelty.
They are jerking Him down the stairs, down on those sore knees,
on His face. They jerk Him down, then up on His feet. They are
leading Him out into a large courtyard, and You, Holy Mother, are
standing in the back, watching.
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Even the evil one, the twelfth one, is in the crowd looking on, but
he stays in the back. He seems to be troubled. The evil one is still
trying to urge some of the tormentors on. He has a very strange
looking face. He seems to be urging and urging them on, while
some of the tormentors are trying to prod Him on, mocking Him
and making fun of Him. I now see a pillar. Near the top of it, is a
large ring.
They are stopping here. Our Lord is tired. He leans against the
pillar. They are untying His hands now. They seem again to be or
dering Him to remove His clothing, His garments. They angrily
jerk them off. They are now removing His garments, stripping them
rudely off of Him. Our Holy Mother is interceding, for they cannot
remove the loin cloth. When they grasp it, their hands jerk away
and a look of fear comes into their eyes as a light shines between
Our Holy Mother and Her Son. Our Holy M.2!..her collapses Lr.u!!e
arms of the you.Eg A ostle. The scourgers seem to fly back in aston
ishment as if they were receiving a shock from the cloth. Others try
it, but they also fail. "Oh, Holy Mother, oh Sorrowful Mother, Thy
face has aged since the day before when You met Your Son in the
village, when You both em braced each other with such love. The
beauty is gone, age has taken its place. Lines of grief and sorrow
have taken their toll in Thy beautiful face. Thy eyes with tears
streaming down, looking at Thy Son so pitiful, so abused." A few of
the holy women are standing about Her, their hands clasped in
prayer, tears streaming as they are watching the Son of thisJ:l.Qly
Woman being so rudely jffked abou!, abused sJapped; the soldiers
trying to remove the loin cloth. While this is taking place, the evil
one is slinking back toward the Councilors and those that he has
searched out to betray this so beaten and cruelly abused Man. He is
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trying to return the coins to them, but they only laugh at him. He
seems to despair as he looks toward His Lord and Master, Whom
he has betrayed. Our Lord looks upon him with pity and compas
sion. When this happens, the evil one squirms in desperation.
There are some scourgers coming. Two husky, big men, are beat
ing Him, scourging Him. It is too horrible to describe. The welts are
raising at each stroke. The crowd is laughing. Oh, how can they?
Some women are weeping.
Our Holy Mother is way back. Oh, every blow that falls on Her
Son seems to fall on Her. She is so white, so pale, She seems to be
pleading in Her prayers. The Apostle is trying to turn Her away
from it, but She reaches out Her arms towards Him, Her Son, to try
to spare Him this.
They are using, oh, sort of clubs with some funny things on them,
strange looking, hard sticks-like, with leather bound on them, that
is what it looks like. Every blow brings out big, blue welts. Our
Lord's body turns, twists, turns, twists, turns and twists; scourgers
strike Him from one side, then the other. The first side again, then
the other side. (Mary Ann clasps both hands, strikes herself on one
side of her face, then the other, increasing the blows as the scourg
ing becomes more severe. FinaHy in exhaustion she sinks, prayers
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are said by those present, she is called, and returns to conscious
ness.)
Our Holy Mother c_ollaps~!0he arms of the Apostle as She
watches the first scourgers, the welts as they rise on H is body. The
first two are tired.
There are two more now. They have something else in their
hands, knotty looking clubs with something fastened to them. They
are waiting their turn with impatience.
Now the second scourgers are coming forth, Our Lord glances
toward His Mother. She faints as the Apostle, no, She didn't faint,
She is only weakened from what She is seeing. Oh how pale, She
seems to have shrunk, become smaller from the weight that is on
Her chest. Her heart is so heavy and bleeds for Her Divine Son.
The second two start. Oh, the brutes, they are breaking His skin
open with each blow. Every blow they take, bursts the skin.
The third group is now taking over. They are breaking the flesh,
ripping it off. They have thong-like, queer looking things. They are
holding sort of cat-of-nine tails that have little metal hooks, like
corners, points on them. It's awful, ripping off the flesh! Every blow
takes chunks of flesh out, clear to the bones. I can see parts of the
ribs. (Mary Ann suffers greatly at this time. With both hands
clasped, and with a rhythmic motion, she strikes her forehead and
face, first one, then the other. The force and rapid motion, along
with the suffering, causes extreme fatigue. She loses consciousness
and has to be aroused many times during this period.) The blood
squirts all over the scourgers face and arms, but it doesn't stay there.
It seems to have disappeared. The blood has vanished, no blood, it
is all gone. AI}gels ale catching the blood of Q~r Lord and 90~.
There is no blood on the bodies of the scourgers. Q!!rJ:!oly_Mother
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Evil one does not like what he sees, he seems to want to change
what he has done. The evil one, during the period of taking down
Our Lord from the pillar, has regretted and feels sorry; for he had
not seemingly counted on this, for he looks in a fearful, pitiful way
towards His Lord and God, Whom he has betrayed; for this the
thirty pieces of silver that he holds in his hand.
flesh have been torn out, ev_el!- pieces of flesh have fallen to t~e
ground, which hay"e~sQ......<:lisappeared.
There is a light shining above Our Lord, Whose body has not one
i~\h of solid or untouched fle~h, the only place is where the loin
cloth has protected Him. It is either all welts or broken skin with
even some chunks of flesh hanging open.
They now so roughly jerk off the bands from Our Lord's wrists,
and rudely replace some of the garments.
His evil face has turned to blackness as he stands at the top of the
precipice. He hangs himself with the rope from his own garment.
Oh, he is dangling from the precipice, he is gone, the betrayer, he is
lost forever.
Two men coming with reeds, long branches with thorns. They
have twisted the thorns into a circle. Oh, they are making a crown
out of it. Now they are placing these thorns around the head of Our
Lord. One of the men is sticking a reed-like object in the back and
twisting it tight. Oh, the blood is squirting forth and runs all over
His face, streaming into His eyes, His already swollen eyes. They
take reeds and pound the crown of thorns onto Our Lord's head.
(Mary Ann's head moves from side to side, her facial expression is
one of severe torture and agony.) The crowd is not satisfied, and
still scream CRU. The Apostle takes Our Holy Mother off to a side
street. She is so tired after witnessing the scourging and crowning of
Her Divine Son. He is administering to Her and comforting Her.
They are putting on, no, they are taking off the garment, and with
it they jerked off the crown. Now two men are bringing another
dirty robe, too short for Him, a red, blood-stained, purplish look
ing, reddish mantle-like cloak, putting it on Him around His shoul
ders and fastening His hands with a rope.
They are putting the crown back on, jabbing it on. Oh, one of the
men took a cane-like reed, and is beating it over the thorns, the
crown, sinking it deeper into His head. They are sticking a reed into
His hands.
Now they are taking Him back to the High Official. They are
bringing Him in now to a sort of balcony, with His hands tied be
fore Him and a reed stuck in His hands. Oh, what a pitiful looking
Man, the blood streaming down His face, His beautiful face.
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(Mary Ann extends her hands down in front of her, crosses her
left hand over the right and says "ECCE HOMO".)
The spouse of this High Official looks with compassion and pity
upon this Man Who stands in mockery before her spouse. He is a
sorrowful and pitiful looking sight, blood running all over His face.
The wounds that the crown has inflicted, His swollen eyes, His
swollen lips. She calls to her spouse, it seems she is pleading with
him. The crowd, the mob hears this and they scream, they scream,
they scream.
The spouse of the High Official is telling him something, point
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ing towards another building. She is pleading with him, she is
pleading, she is pleading. The High Offical shrugs his shoulder and
shakes his head. He seems uncertain what to do, as he looks ~ith
pity and fear down upon Our Lord in this mocking, dirty, purple
robe too short for Him.
But oh, no he must sho~ his authority. The High Official is walk
ing towards the edge of the balcony where he can see over the court
yard. He is talking to the mob where the multitude is screaming
CRUCIFY, it sounds like that. They seem to want His life. There
are also other prisoners there, too. They are releasing a prisoner,
criminal, thief, or murderer; but still they scream on, they are not
satisfied.
He only stands there with bowed head, and prayers are always on
\ His lips. He is praying, such a sorrowful, pitiful looking Man.
Ifwe people here on earth could see Him now, we would quit sin
\ ning. We could not sin and look at Him and know that He is suffer
\ ing for us. Oh, if man here on earth would only try to look at Him,
t and to know, that He has suffered so much humiliation, every kind
of abuse.
(Mary Ann extends her arms.) The evil forces, they are not satis-
fied, they want more, more. The sickening crowd, more and more
accusers are entering from all sides, they are screaming CRUCIFY,
CRUCIFY, CRUCIFY, on and on. They seem to want His life. It
looks like they are winning, they have won again. This High Offi-
cial lets them go, he consents, he also leaves.
They are taking Our Lord out. He tries to walk, H~~lls, and ~lley
jerk Him up. He stumbles and they jerk Him up, jabbing Him,
pushing Him. They don't give Him a chance to walk, they _kick
Him. They pull on the ropes and jerk Hlmone way andthe other.
They push Him, now they jerk Him back, down into the courtyard.
They push Him down on the stool, they spit on Him, they slap Him,
they jerk His garments off, the mock garments, and with that they
pull off the crown of thorns. (Mary Ann is suffering intensely, she
sinks and has to be aroused.)
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huge timber-like, sort oflike a cross shape. I'm not sure, but it looks
like it could be fourteen or fift~~.!!....f~ng.The cross beam oh, I
might say eight feet, maybe longer. It takes five men to carry it. 01
These are large men. It is roughly hewn, I would-judge aboutfour
in~hes thick, three'or four, no, sooner four.
They are walking towards where Our Lord is standing, as the
group is returning the crown back on Our Lord's head. They are
leading Our Lord to it. They are pointing at it. They are dropping
the cross in front of Our Lord. (Mary Ann leans forward, her body
trembles, her hands are clenched tight together, she sinks and has to
be aroused.)
The rider on the white horse, keeps walking his horse, trying with
the horse to push Our Lord against the cross beams, and it jars Our
Lord and causes Him to fall on His knees. They jerk Him back up
again. The High Officials are riding ahead on horses, the mob is
gathered all around, the soldiers are next to Our Lord, with every
one else following, weeping women, sneering soldiers.
There seem to be two different kinds of soldiers, they are dressed
so qu€ e r, short coats or dress up to their knees, with sort of sandals
on their feet, bare legs, helmets, spears in their hands. There are
others on horses, some on foot in different dress. Some are dressed
like the Apostles. Oh yes, the Apostles are lingering in the back, one
of them is crying.
And now He meets His Mother. Oh, Our Holy Mother, She is
waiting for Him at the side street. Oh, how sad She looks to see Her
Son's face so swollen, bloody, His matted hair. "Oh, Sorrowful
Mother, oh Holy Mother." (Mary Ann's lips move as in prayer.
Those present pray the "SORROWFUL MOTHER PRAYER".)
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Oh Sorrowful, oh Heavenly Mother, Thy Heart was pierced
through when You stood beneath the Cross of Thy Divine Son Who
died to redeem man. The anguish, the pain and sorrow You suffered
for man.
Oh Sorrowful, oh Heavenly Mother, again Thy Heart is pierced
with anguish and sorrowfor man has forgotten the Crucifixion, the
death of Their Lord and what it stands for. They continue on their
wayward ways while Thy Heart is piercedfor love ofthem. Oh Sor
rowful, oh Heavenly Mother, pierce my heart of stone and fill its
veins with pure blood of love for My Lord and My God, Whom I
have neglected, Whose Wounds I have renewed. Take me beneath
Thy mantle, oh Heavenly Mother, protect me, gUide me so I cannot
go astray and hurt Thy Divine Son andpierce Thy Heart with Sor
row, oh Heavenly Mother. Amen.
) of Her Son. It is so sad to see His face so bruised while She looks at
Him with tears streaming from Her eyes. Oh Holy Mother, Thy
heart is pierced with sorrow. The Apostle is standing by Her, sup
). porting Her with his arm. The one with the beautiful golden hair is
kneeling at the side of Our Holy Mother, supporting Her with both
hands. Our Holy Mother is so weak.
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FOURTH STATION: JESUS MEETS HIS AFFLICTED MOTHER
It all seems to take the soldiers by surprise, for they only seem to
look and now a soldier grabs Her. Th~ soldiers can't stand this, they
rudel shove Her backward for they could not see this love between
Mother and Son, so they rudely push Her aside and motion for the
group to continue to go on. She falls back into the arms of the Apos
tle who quickly supports Her, tenderly takes and leads Her on. She
slowly walks away bent over with sadness and pain in Her heart for
Her Son. The Apostle and the two women and Our Holy Mother go
back down the side street the way they came. They go on, She looks
so sad, She is so weak as She sees Her afflicted Son.
Oh, what anguish is greater than to have a Mother stand and look
at Her Son Who is so bruised, so torn of flesh, so weak with the
weight of the sins upon His shoulders; for She knows He is not
1 carryingjust the Cross that seems to be before Her, but He is carry
, ing the Cross, the sins of the World that we people inflict upon
, Him. Yes, every stumble He has made, seems to be a stumble that
we make in our daily lives, in our sins. Yes, the spits and the kicks,
) and the abuses, yes, are what we give Him daily. So He carries them
( for us, yes, Our Lord, the Son of God, to cleanse us when we need
Him most, and the Mother stands with a bleeding heart, a heart
pierced with an arrow. A heart so heavy, so sad. Oh Holy Mother,
how sad, how heavy Your heart is.
They go on, Our Lord goes on. This scene has angered some of
the mob. So now they viciously pounce on Him again. They strike
, ~,no, they mu_st p!:!sh Him, they must throw Him so it takes all
, His effort to keep on His feet. Oh yes, the Cross cuts-into His shou-l
der, oh so deep, oh so deep.
Our Lord goes on. They strike across the crown of thorns, for they
know that hurts Him. They gouge at His face, they slap Him across
His mouth, they pull His hair, they throw dust and dirt in His face.
They jab at His feet, they trip Him, He goes down on His knees, and
the crown that is on His head strikes against the Cross and as they
jerk Him, the thorns sink deeper and deeper into His head. He is
( growing weaker and weaker, He tries to get up but His garments
\ trip Him. He is stooped over so low with the weight of the Cross and
) the loss of blood, the abuse, the lack of sleep, it all has taken a great
toll.
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The sins that are inflicted on His shoulders, that we men on earth
cause Him to carry, the sins of the World, are so heavy! Every time
we sin we inflict upon Him one of these wounds. Oh, the sorrowful,
pitiful looking Man. Our Lord, Our God has suffered so much for
the sins of man.
He is so weak, He is not only sweating, but there seems to be
blood mingled with it, Oh, His eyes are blinded with blood that is
running into them. It is matting the beard on His face. They are
dosing from the aches, the swelling; oh, how battered is His face,
and yet with every jab, every jeer, He just whispers prayers, prayers
are always on His lips.
Yes, now they are going. The~e seems to be a ~eaJied look
a~~n~ some of the evil ones. They are getting frightened, alarmed,
f~r He trembles, Hj.§ knees buckle, but He w~lks on; oh the tremen
dous weight upon Him. Yes, but oh, what are they doing now.
Oh, there is a large man, they are pushing him forward out of the
crowd, shoving him towards Our Lord. He hesitates for a moment,
draws back, he seems to be frightened, afraid, but they push him
forward, and he looks at Our Lord with love and pity in his heart.
(Mary Ann's expression is one of concern but seems pleased when
the man is trying to help Our Lord.) He feels sorry for Our Lord, he
walks up, yes, he is going to help Our Lord shoulder the Cross. He
lifts the end of the Cross, but that only adds weight on Our Lord's
shoulder and causes Him to fall on His knees; instead of making
the Cross lighter, he is actually making it heavier. Our Lord is Still
c~rying most oftheweight, for t~man would have to be five men
to carry the ~~lone. He would have to be five more,-fOrthe
weight IS so tremendous. (The Cross was 15 feet long, a foot wide /j?A
and 4 inches thick of dense ha-rd wood, with a cross beam tied to it -
that was about 8 feet long.) This Cross is so heavy, for they make it
heavier b their ushing, by their jerking. - .
They push Him on, Our Lord falISOIl"His knees. The man helps
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Him up, he gently lifts Him, helps Him up. For His weakened con
dition is now showing very much. Our lord still carries the heaviest
part as they push Him. The mob is anxious to get going, they seem
to be afraid that Our Lord is weakening, and He cannot carry it, for
they have some distance to go. The steepest part of the hill is still
left. The hill is not far before Him. Oh, if they wouldn't always trip
Him, and jab Him, He is so weak, so tired, so thirsty. His mouth is
so dry, the only liquid He has had is His own blood. Oh, He is trem
bling, the weight is bearing Him down, He trips on His own gar
ments, He tried to hold it up with His left hand, but He stumbles.
But oh, how beautiful! Oh God, He has rewarded her, she does
not know it, she is not aware of it, I do not think. She did not look at
it, but there is an imprint; on this veil is the same beautiful face, the
same compassionate look Our Lord gave to this woman at the time
she wiped His face. Our Lord's face is imprinted just like alive,
even with the love and compassion expressed in His eyes. There is
no blood, no streaks or mud from Our Dear Lord's face on this veil.
He surely must love her to reward her with such a beautiful image.
"Veronica's VeiL" God has rewarded her for her kindness. The
Holy face, His Holy face, It is so beautiful, how beautiful.
Oh no, how cruel, this act of kindness was too much for this mob.
They push Him now, they jerk Him, oh His shoulder seems to pain
so, but He goes on. The sweat, the blood that is inflicted as the
crown seems to be banging against the Cross that He is carrying,
which causes the thorns to go in deeper and cause more anguish to
Him. Oh no, oh no, He didn't fall, they jerked Him back up. They
poke Him with spears, one sticks a prong right into the gash on Our
Lord's forehead, which causes Him so much pain. The wound with
dried blood breaks open and again fresh blood runs into His eyes.
They always have to kick Him, to slap Him, jerk on His hair.
They jerk the Cross back and forth, back and forth, forwards, side
ways, backwards, they throw Him; with each jerk it jabs against the
crown, presses the thorns just a little deeper. The Cross cuts into His
already sore shoulder, it has sawed thru the meat right to the bone,
it is riding on the bone. Oh, how painful, how agonizing, how it all
weakens Our Lord. (Mary Ann appears to have much pain in her
right shoulder, reaches toward it and from her facial expression in
dicates that it is very painful.)
If man here on earth would only know what Their Lord, Their
God, has suffered for them, they could not continue to fire sins at
Him daily. Oh look at Him, He did all this for us, and what do we
give in return but more sins! Oh Lord, My God, look at His eyes,
His face, the wounds all over His body, His garment has stuck to the
wounds, it has dried on, so each movement, each jar, renews the
bleeding, the anguish.
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SIXTH STATION: VERONICA WIPES THE FACE OF OUR LORD
101. SEVENTH STATION-OUR LORD FALLS AGAIN
He falls again, right on His face in the dust and dirt. They kick
Him, they step on Him, they pull Him, they prod Him with their
feet, they prod Him with their spears, with clubs and sticks. He tries
to rise, but He is so weak, He is growing weaker, He trembles and
shakes. Perspiration and blood run into His eyes, this helps to blind
Him, besides the swelling, the matted blood. (Mary Ann suffers
much, slumps forward loses consciousness and has to be aroused.)
The man who is helping Him carry the Cross puts his arm be
neath Our Lord's left shoulder, and helps Him rise to His feet. He
staggers with the weight, He trembles as He tries to walk on, so
tired, so weary, with His heavy burden. They push Him, they pull
Him, inflicting so much abuse, everything imaginable, the spitting,
the kicking. He is back up, but He is getting so weak, so weary, but
He is continuing, winding through the streets. They seem to be still
in the streets, narrow streets, oh, how cruel can they get, how cruel.
They are nearing the edge of the city, now they are coming to a
large opening, a gate. Our Lords steps are faltering, they are getting
weaker and weaker as He approaches this gate which is part of an
arch-way. There are a group of women, they are crying, lamenting,
they are speaking to Him. Some are holding children, they are
reaching their hands toward Our Lord. They are pleading to Him.
He looks at them with compassion, great sorrow and compassion,
and in all His weakness and in all His exhaustion His voice seems to
come firm and clear. He seems to be either saying something to
them or He is praying. He speaks to them and some of them start
crying. They bow their heads, He tenderly gives them a glance.
These women and children move along with the crowd as the sol
diers push Our Lord on. They cannot see any sign of love given to
Our Lord so they push on in front of these women and they push
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The two thieves were walking with Him. They were carrying
parts of the Cross. A young boy is carrying the inscription or plate
with the letters I.N.R.I. There is more written but I can not see it,
can't make it out. They leave them at the side. The soldiers are tak
ing the blocks and sticks, and whatever it is, away from them. Two
of the guards are staying with the thieves, while Our Lord walks on
to the very spot, a higher place than the rest, the highest of all. Our
Holy Mother looks at Her Son, Who is now being rudely pushed
upon a rock nearby. He drops down with exhaustion.
She is back to the side, farther back. Yes oh, oh, how She has
aged. Oh, how Her face shows the suffering, such suffering. She is
so white as though there is not a drop of blood in Her veins. Oh
Holy Mother, Oh Mother of God, how You suffer for us all, as You
are looking at Thy Son standing before Thee. How great must be
Thy suffering, yes, how great, for now it looks like She will faint.
Oh, She is going to, no, it looked like She was going to fall, but the
Apostle who is always by Her side supports Her, and two other
women seem to stay more close to Her. There are others, but they
stay farther back. They are weeping, and their hearts seem heavy.
They are lamenting, yes, they are praying.
As they jerk the Cross off of Him, they press the crown down on
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Our Lord's already cut and bleeding head. They throw the Cross on
the ground and there is a group of men who are leaning over it and
seem to be doing something to it. Yes, they are nailing some pieces
to it. A block of wood near the bottom. Yes, they are hewing out
some hollows, for what, I do not know. It looks like it is for the
thickness of our Lord's body; so that it would fit close to the Cross.
Yes, it is for His shoulders. Now they seem to be hammering the
cross-arms on to it.
And now, they are jerking off His garment that has always been
the garment of Our Lord, the one He has always worn, which is al
ways with Him, that is fitted to His body. His Holy Mother gave it to
Him. There is no opening to this. Oh, Oh, so cruel, they have no
feeling, no sympathy, . . . . so they rudely jerk it off over His head,
the crown of thorns with it, breaking open all the wounds that the
crown has made. The wounds on His body, the wounds on His
shoulder. The garment has adhered to them. They jerk it loose, and
blood squirts forth, increases the pain and anguish.
First the cloak, three of them seem to be battling over it. Now
what are they doing? Oh, they are taking Our Lord to this Cross. He
lays Himself on it. Yes, they measure the Cross. They measure Our
Lord on the Cross. (Mary Ann's arms go out as if measuring the
Cross. Her feet also extend downward at this time.) They purposely
mark it a foot longer for the feet and also too wide for the cross
arms. They take Him back, off to the side of the rock.
Oh! One of them offers Him a drink. Oh, now, they take a
sponge of gall, I believe it is gaB and vinegar, or something like it.
They try to get Our Lord to drink. It must be bitter, for Our Lord
makes an awful face and pushes it from Him. (Mary Ann's expres
sion is as though someone gave her something very bitter.) He
turned His face away and prayed.
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Oh Blessed Mother, Oh Holy Mother, Oh Blessed Mother, She is
so weak. In sorrow and pain She watches Her Son so cruelly treat
ed, so rudely beaten and bruised. Her eyes look so sad as She
trembles in the arms of the young Apostle. Oh Holy Mother, how
sorrowful, how painful.
They are jerking His right arm down to the Cross. (Mary Ann's
right arm goes out.) They are taking His right hand, and are nailing
it to the Cross. Oh, that big, huge, ugly nail. (Mary Ann points to the
bones at the bottom of the wrist and the beginning of the hand as
the place the nail entered. It was called the five carpal bones and/or
lunat bone by the doctor present, an M.D.)
They are driving this nail into the already prepared hole in the
Cross; 1,2,3,4,5 blows of the hammer. (Mary Ann gives a heavy
breath at each blow of the hammer.)
Oh, oh, they purposely put the holes too far apart. His left arm
does not reach, it is too short. They put a rope around it to stretch it.
(Mary Ann extends her left arm, her arm reaches out three times as
if being pulled. She then stays in this extended position.) They are
bracing their feet against the Cross. Oh, they are pulling His arm, it
seems to stretch out of the socket. 1,2,3,4,5 blows of the hammer.
(Again Mary Ann gives a heavy breath at each blow.)
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the body is far too low for the length of Our Lord, they measured
the Cross too long intentionally, so they have to dismember Our
Lord's body. They are fastening ropes to Him above the knees. Two
men are pulling them down to position. Oh, His body seems to be
dislocating, stretching all out of form. Now they are jerking down
His right leg, (Mary Ann's right leg comes down with a heavy thud.)
They pulled it down until He was disjointed. It's over one foot or so
too short.
Now one of them is using a sort of spear to make a hole through
the right foot. (Mary Ann's body stretches and her right foot goes
down to a position of nailing.) Now in His left, and now they are
placing the left on top of the right, (Mary Ann's left foot now goes
over the right.) and they have a long, huge nail, as thick as a large
mans thumb, about eighteen inches long. It took eighteen blows
with a heavy iron hammer to fasten His feet. (Mary Ann again gives
a heavy breath at each blow.) 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,13,14,
15. Three more blows to fasten or clinch with eighteen in all. (Dur
ing this time Mary Ann's suffering is so severe that she sinks several
times and has to be called. Prayers are said for her so she can con
tinue. Her head tosses, tongue protrudes, she leans forward, her
body turns and twists, her head goes back aga~n and immediately
comes forward, her head is bowed low, then returns to a normal po
sition.)
Our Holy Mother falls into the arms of the Apostle as She seems
to have gone limp, She seems to have fainted. Oh Heavenly Moth
er, She is being lifted up by the Apostle. She is conscious, but She is
so weak. A Light seems to shine on Her and again has given Her
strength.
They are now putting up the two thieves.
Several men are fastening ropes around the Cross to raise it. Six
men are bracing it, using a rope, fastening one end to another old
cross, sort of stake on the hill, for a support. That way they are pull
ing, raising the Crucifix, the Cross where He is nailed upon. Six
men, scourgers, are pulling, and the way they are pulling, the vibra
tion is jerking the wounds of Our Lord, it is bringing anguish and
torture to His already afflicted body. They are jerking it, they are
jerking it; and now it is partly up while some of the soldiers with
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spears are pushing. One spear slipped and jabbed Our Lord in His
thigh. It seems difficult to raise it.
The soldiers, as they raise the Cross, they pierce Our Lord under
His armpits, causing Him more agony to His already so mutilated
body.
Oh, they drop it, and with the jar, the already sore and painful
wounds of Our Lord are re-opened.
And now they start all over, and oh, the anguish and all the pain
that Our Lord is suffering. They are pulling, pushing Him up again,
they are using a rope, tying it to a stake for support. Now they are
making it, it is coming up, it is coming up. There seems to be a Light
from the Heavens, that gives Our Lord strength. It seems to come
up, they are getting it higher and now they are sliding, guiding the
end into an already prepared hole. Oh, the jar and the thud as it
slides into the hole! It goes into place with such a terrific fall that
Our Lord's body seems to be jerked. His wounds seem to squirt
blood, wounds from the crown of thorns; there are streams of blood
coming from His wrists, from His feet, and as it sways, it jerks on
the wounds, causing streams of blood to flow down. With the jar,
the blood gushes forth, but the blood does not go to the ground. It
stops, I don't know where it has gone to, it gushes forth and ends in
mid-air, it just disappears.
Our Holy Mother, oh, She nearly fainted. She is lying collapsed
in the arms of the Apostle, two of the women are helping Her. No,
one of them is also collapsing, she is falling to the ground, seems to
be in a faint.
Yes, they want to go up to the foot of the Cross, but the soldiers
are pushing them back. Our Holy Mother is pleading, is extending
Her arms to Her Son. She turns Her eyes to the Heavens pleading to
help Him, to help Her Son, to help Her Son. She prays and the
women with Her pray and cry.
Many of the holy women are weeping, crying, and calling, while
some of the soldiers yell at them, then go back to Our Lord to mock
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Him, to scream at Him, spit at Him, jab Him with spears. Some of
the others who are looking on with anxiety and anguish, feel sorry
for Him the way He hangs there, disfigured, His body malformed,
dismembered, joints out of place, bones dislocated. Oh, what a piti
ful sight Our Lord is on Mount Calvary as the Cross was first plant
ed.
Oh now, some of the workers are driving in stakes, five wedge
like stakes and placing rocks around the bottom of the Cross, fas
tening the Cross. Yes, five blows to each stake. (Mary Ann again
gives a heavy breath at each blow of the hammer.) Each blow, each
pounding is another jerk, more torture to the already painful
wounds of Our Lord. They are poking Him with reeds and spitting
at Him, throwing rocks at Him.
While all this was going on, some soldiers put up the crosses and
are tying the thieves with ropes, they were not nailed, but were tied
with their arms above the cross. One on the right and one on the left
of Our Lord.
He seems to be hanging quietly in prayer, and Our Heavenly
Mother is near the foot of the Cross. Oh Blessed Mother, Holy
Mother. The soldier on the white horse holding the robe of Our
Lord, tried to walk his horse against Our Holy Mother. One of the
men pushed him back.
They are throwing stones, mud, yelling at Him, screaming at
Him, mocking Him, while some of the holy people are crying and
pleading. Others go before Our Lord and bow to Him, with oh,
such ugly words. Horsemen ride by and jab Him with sp,ears. (Mary
Ann's eyes close, her head falls forward and to the right, her body
relaxes and her breathing seems to momentarily stop. She regains
consciousness.)
The thief on the right now speaks to Our Lord in a kind, pleading
way, in such a loving way, with such sincerity. Then he looks over
the crowd and back again to Our Lord, and Our Lord looks at him
in a compassionate way and prays for him. On His tortured lips
there seems to be a smile as He speaks to the thief on the right, an
swers him with love and compassion, and then turns His eyes
toward Heaven, while the other one is still in anger.
Our Holy Mother, She tries to come forth again with Her arms
reaching towards Her Son. Our Holy Mother has come back to the
foot of the Cross. The two women are with Her. She walks forward,
Her arms outstretched, She, Oh, She is so sorrowful, so weak from all
the anxiety and anguish. She, leans heavily on one of the women
and the Apostle as they go forward. As they step nearer the Cross,
the Apostle is supporting Her, for She looks so pale, so broken, so
sad, as if She had not the strength to stand. She leans against the
arms of the Apostle.
Our Lord's body would rack in pain as He convulsed. His tongue
would protrude. His eyes would look toward Heaven, but His lips
never ceased in prayer. (Again Mary Ann's body convulses, tongue
protrudes and lips move in prayer.) His Holy Mother suffered all
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the pangs that Her Holy Son did, Her Divine Son, you could see
that in the anguish on Her face, on the difference between the time
of the Agony in the Garden to the Crucifixion. Her face aged, oh,
not the beauty, oh no, Her beauty, Her radiance, it was always
there, but the sorrow, oh the sorrow so deeply inflicted upon Her
heart. The arrows that pierced Her, yes, God in Heaven, the Eter
nal Father, must have given this Mother the strength to witness
what Our Holy Mother had to witness. She looked like She would
faint any moment, but no, She would always receive strength to
come back and face Her Divine Son. She seemed, with Her arms
extended, reaching towards Her Son, ask to take H is place. Oh, the
compassion of Her Son on the Cross as He looked down upon Her,
as Our Lord looks at His Holy Mother, oh with such love. He knew
that His Eternal Father has chosen Him, and He thanked His Dear
Mother for Her thoughts of trying to exchange places. Yes, that was
the sorrow Our Blessed Mother witnessed and endured during the
Crucifixion of Our Lord, Our God.
And now Our Holy Mother is throwing Herself at the foot of the
Cross. Our Lord smiles at His Mother and the Apostle. She is
reaching up to Him with love in Her eyes, with such love in Her
Heart, and Our L9rd is looking down upon Her. Oh Their eyes
meet in such love, such compassion and love, such beautiful love,
He speaks to Her, "Woman, behold Thy Son." She does not an
swer, but Her eyes speak for Her. Her eyes plead for mercy for
Him. He looks upon His Apostle. He now speaks to the Apostle
with the same love in His eyes as He gave His Mother, and the
Apostle, such love in his eyes as They look at one another. He
speaks to him, "Behold Thy Mother."
(Observation by Or. John De Werth regarding Mary Ann's phys
ical actions at this time: "Convulsions of lower jaw and both arms.
Head tilted to left and looks forward. Convulsions extend over en
tire body. Arms extend laterally. Eyes looking up. Head tilted to
left. Arms spastic and elevated above head. Face looking directly
upward." For a complete description see volume 2, "My Work
With Necedah", page 172-79.)
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Show us the way, the way to love Thy Son as Thou lovest Him.
Open our hearts as Your Heart has been opened with pain and
sorrow.
Open ours with Love for Thy Son, Our Lord, Our God,
Every bit of blood gushing forth from His Body, all for us,
eyes.
so that we too, can see Thy Son the Way Thou hast seen Him.
pray for us, guiqe us, protect us with Thy Blue Mantle,
Him. Amen."
as their eyes meet again. (Mary Ann's body becomes rigid, gasps for
breath loudly several times, tongue protrudes, her arms stiffen,
quiver and her lips move as if in prayer.)
Our Lord's body would rack in pain as He convulsed, His tongue
protrudes. Oh, the way His body is convulsing, the blood streaming
from His arms, from the wounds, one wonders where it is all com
ing from. There seems to be no end to it, but the strangest thing to
me is you do not see any of it on the ground, where does it go? I do
not know, but you can see it leave the wounds and go about halfway
to the ground and then it stops, as though a screen'is pulled in front
of me, you cannot see it, I cannot see where it is going, it disappears
as if someone is catching it.
Oh! Oh! Angels are catching the blood in a chalice. Our Lord
now prays as His eyes turn toward the Heavens. They spear Him
again, they strike Him across His legs, oh such meanness, such ugli
ness, such hatred, such a milling angry crowd. Others are still mak
ing mockery, screaming, while many are weeping; such lamenting
and weeping from the women.
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And with this Our Lord cries out in a Iloud voice, but I cannot un
derstand them. And He drops, He dies. Our Lord, He has expired.
(Mary Ann's eyes close, her head falls forward and to the right,
her body relaxes and breathing seems to momentarily stop. She re
gains consciousness and says) The same moment Our Lord's body
sank or died, the earth blackened. And now it seems everything is
ripping. Oh, the sky is turning black. Now the sun has changed
color to a red glow, it has turned to a bloody red. There is a flash, it
disappears. The sky is dark as at night, the air has a purplish hue.
There seems to be a rumbling, then a terrific flash and other flashes
like lightning. Oh, sounds like a tremendous explosion, a bursting
noise. Some of the people are frightened, some tremble, scream in
fear. Everything seems to be shaking as though an earthquake is
taking place. With this fear in the mob, the soldiers stir up the
crowd and continue to scream at Our Lord. The people are scream
ing, frightened, running away in terror. Some, falling on their faces
just lay there in terror, some are rolling on the ground. Oh, look at
the fright, women have fainted. Those that were bold, started (0
fear, started to wonder what it was all about. (Mary Ann's expres
sion is one of fright, distress, fear.)
The soldiers are trying to calm some of them. It brought terror to
others, some were vicious. Some drop down on their knees, are
frightened, put their hands to their face, some are leaving, they are
going down the hill.
Some of the soldiers' horses are frightened, they are leaving.
Oh, Sorrowful Mother, make us worthy of Thy Divine Son
Whose suffering Thou hast witnessed to the bitter end. All the
agony from the garden to Calvary. Oh Sorrowful Mother, open our
hearts with love for Thy Divine Son. Yes, that was the sorrow Our
Blessed Mother witnessed and endured during the crucifixion of
Our Lord and God.
And now Our Holy Mother is throwing Herself weeping at the
foot of the Cross, also one of the other women. She sobs bitterly,
Her body just wracks with sobs. The Apostle is now gently picking
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Her up and holding Her in his arms. The others only look up with
compassion. One of the women has fainted at the foot of the Cross,
one with the beautiful golden hair. Oh, it's such a sorrowful picture
to see Our Blessed Mother kissing the feet of Her Divine Son, em
bracing the Cross. Oh, She clings so desperately to the Cross and
looks up at Her Son Who looks so white beneath all the dried blood
and wounds. Oh, the sorrowful sight to see how heavy is the heart of
Our Lord's Mother as She gazes upon Her Divine Son Who has just
died upon the Cross for the sins of man.
The Apostle is trying to revive the one who has fainted, she too
rises. Now she is throwing her arms about the Cross, kissing Our
Lord's feet and wiping some of the blood from His feet with her
tears and with her beautiful golden hair.
There are only a few scattered there now, most of them have left,
some have fled in terror. A calmness begins to settle near the Cross.
Our Holy Mother, the Apostles and the two women are praying.
The thieves are still alive, it seems the one at the right has fainted,
the one on the left just moved, I cannot see if he is conscious or not.
There are three men approaching the hill from the city. One a
large man, is riding a horse, the other two, smaller, are walking.
They are approaching the Cross of Our Lord. He gives orders to the
two men with him. They seem to be looking to see ifall three on the
crosses are dead. Two of them are looking after the two thieves.
They are still alive on the crosses, but in a very weakened condition.
Oh, they are clubbing the thieves, breaking their arms, twisting
their legs, breaking their legs.
for Our Lord's Crucifixion. Again the blood and fluid gush forth as
he releases the spear from Our Lord's body, but again the blood
does not fall to the ground, it stops halfway to the ground; it seems
to disappear into something, into a chalice. An Angel is catching it.
In the village there is a man, a kindly looking man, speaking with
someone, oh, he is so sorry, so worried, he has his head on the table.
His spouse had pleaded with him and now he seems to understand
what she meant. This man seems to ask him for something.
Through aB this, the Apostle, Our Holy Mother and the two
women have steadfastly stayed there. Our Holy Mother is kneeling
nearby with Her arms folded on Her breast praying. The Apostle
has turned the head of Our Holy Mother to his bosom while the
spear entered Our Lord's body; while the one with the long golden
hair again fainted and fell to the ground from seeing the blood gush
forth from the wound. The Apostle again revives her, and Our Holy
Mother, the Apostle, and the two other women are praying. The
three soldiers are leaving.
The man that I have seen in the village, he is now coming towards
Our Lord with two other men. One of them is carrying a ladder.
The one is examining the thief on the right, the other is going to the
thief at the left. The tall man, carrying a large linen cloth, is going to
the Cross of Our Lord. There are some women coming also, they
are carrying something, but they are staying in the background.
Our Holy Mother is now coming back to the foot of the Cross,
She is on Her knees praying, looking up at Her Son, while the tall
man seems to tell the others what to do. They are placing a ladder
behind the Cross of Our Lord, they are climbing up the ladder. One
of them hands the other a large linen cloth. He is wrapping it
around the body, under the armpits, and fastening it around the
Cross above, to support the weight of His body. The one is handing
him a hammer and what looks like a pincers. They are loosening
the nail from the right hand, one drives it back from the opposite
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side with the hammer, while the other pulls with the pincers, tong
like instrument. He hands the nail from the right hand to Our Holy
Mother, Who takes it, kisses it and presses it to Her bosom. (Mary
Ann's right arm relaxes and goes down to her side.)
Now he is moving the ladder to the left arm. He is again loos
ening the nail, also removing it with the pincers, gently, so gently.
He hands this nail to Our Blessed Mother, She kisses it, too. (Mary
Ann's left arm relaxes and comes down to her side.) The body of the
Lord slumps down into the weight of the cloth that is holding Him.
Oh, how gently they are supporting His body!
He has gone down the ladder to free the feet of Our Lord. They
have a very difficult time, they have to pound hard to loosen that
large nail, as it is as thick as a large man's thumb. They are very
gently unclenching it in the back, now they are pulling it out. He is
trying to be very gentle, although it is difficult to do it gently for the
nail is about eighteen inches long. (Mary Ann's legs relax and her
left foot uncrosses from over the right.)
They are handing this nail to Our Blessed Mother, Who kisses it.
Now the one is climbing back up the ladder, removing the crown
of thorns. Many of the thorns have broken off while He was being
so rudely abused. He hands the crown to Our Holy Mother, Our
Lady kisses the crown and lays it aside.
Now the one is climbing back up the ladder, he is unfastening the
cloth. Now they gentlly release the body. Oh, oh, Blessed Mother,
how hard this must be for You. The Apostle is reaching upward
also to help support the body as it is being gently lowered.
Our Holy Mother has seated Herself against a large rock with
Her right knee in such a position as to form a pillow to support the
head of Our Lord.
The Apostle has laid a long linen cloth on the ground, one end
over the knee of Our Holy Mother. Our Lord is being placed gently
onto the linen cloth with His head and shoulders nestled in the arms
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and lap of Our Blessed Mother. Our Lady kisses the forehead of
Her Divine Son. She is quickly removing a veil from Her head be
neath Her blue one. With this She wipes the face of Her Son, His
bloody forehead. They have removed the crown, oh, so many
thorns have broken off, are imbedded in His head. Oh, She is trying
to remove the thorns. The Apostle is helping Her, She wipes the
blood from His eyes, tears of sorrow are running down Her face.
Sorrowful Mother, Sorrowful Mother, how it pains Thee to see Thy
Son Who has just been placed in Thy arms, to see the wounds in His
head, in His breast. How it pains Thy heart as You start to cleanse
the wounds on His head, to remove the thorns that have broken off,
while the other women who stayed in the back, are now coming for
ward with jars and cloths and sponges, with some kind of herbs or
leaves or spices; I don't know, salve, ointments I guess, and some
other things. They are helping to cleanse Our Lord's body with
ointments and herbs; His arms, His feet, His head, His face.
While the one with the beautiful hair has thrown herself pros
trate at the feet of Our Lord, and with her tears has cleansed the
wounds of both feet, and has wiped them clean with her hair. Oh,
she loves Him so, the tears that have streamed from her face and
eyes, have washed clean the feet of her Dear Lord.
Our Lady, Our Holy Mother, is cleansing the hair that has been
so matted with blood, grime and dirt, and pieces of thorns, pieces of
rock. Oh, what a dirty mess, but She so gently cleanses it all. His
hair looks so clean now. She gently smooths it and arranges it neat
ly, next to His face. She kisses each eye, His forehead and His lips,
in the form of a Cross.
Now She takes a clean cloth from beneath Her mantle and gently
folds it, and places it gently over His face, while the other women
and the Apostle and the two other men take a clean linen cloth and
wrap His body around and around, starting from His feet upwards
to under His arms. They are now lowering His arms and crossing
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to rest below her chest.)
Now they take the large linen cloth, folding it lengthwise, straight
from His feet upward, over His body, back over His head, and
again from His head down.
It is starting to get dark now, so they are hurrying to complete this
work before the sun goes down.
Now they pick up His body, the Apostle and the two men who
lowered Him from the Cross, and another man that has joined the
group. They are gently carrying Him, heading as in a procession
towards the city, but not the way they had come, but to the side,
down the hill. Our Holy Mother and the two holy women who were
always so close to Her are by Her side, they follow as in a proces
sion, down the hill. All the other women, about eight or ten of them,
are close behind. They walk slowly, some are staying further back,
some of these holy women were there during the three hours.
One of the women is gathering flowers. She has left the proces
sion. Now they are coming to the side of the village. They have
come not to the main gate of the city, but a side gate. Seems like
they are entering, looks like a garden. There are many beautiful
flowers here. To the side there is a rock. Seems to be a large cave or
tomb that has been prepared. There are two guards standing at the
outside.
The four men have entered the tomb. Oh, they are laying the
body of Our Lord on what is formed like a bed, we would call it the
size ofa cot, though it is not a cot, but it resembles one which seems
to have already been prepared. How gently they are laying Him
down upon this.
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The two women and the Holy Mother have entered also. They
have gone down on their knees as if in prayer, but the guards are
coming in and ordering them out.
One of the eight women came with a big armful of flowers, which
the one with the beautiful golden hair quickly gathers into her
arms, runs back in, quickly strews them over the tomb and the body
of Our Lord and God, and quickly runs out.
The soldiers move a huge flat rock against the entrance of this
cave, which seals the tomb. The rest all slowly leave. Our Holy
Mother is leaning heavily on the one with the golden hair, while the
Apostle is supporting Her on the other side. They are weeping and
crying, neither of them turn to look back, the two women are going
with them, slowly wa,lking away.
The men also leave now, excepting the two guards, who stand at
each side of the rock to watch.
The rest are vanishing in the distance.
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"And he who does not take up his cross and follow Me is not wor
thy of Me."
"Come to Me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will
give you rest. Take My yoke upon you, and learn from Me, for I am
meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for your souls. For
My yoke is easy and My burden light."
"If anyone wishes to come after Me, let him deny himself, and
take up his cross daily, and follow Me. For he who would save his
life will lose it, but he who loses his life for My sake will save it. For
what does it profit a man ifhe gain the whole world, but ruin or lose
himself? For whoever is ashamed of Me and My words, of him will
the Son of Man be ashamed when He comes in His glory and that of
the Father and of the holy angels."
"Their end is ruin, their god is the belly (lust of the flesh and the
almighty dollar) their glory is in their shame, they mind the things
of earth. But our citizenship is in heaven from which also we eager
ly await a Savior, Our Lord Jesus Christ, who will refashion the
body of our lowliness, conforming it to the body of His glory by ex
erting the power by which He is able also to subject all things to
Himself. So then, my brethren, beloved and longed for, my joy and
my crown, stand fast thus in the Lord beloved."
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Divine Sacrificial Lamb of God, Christ, our Pasch, the great eternal
High Priest and Redeemer (Victim), who takest away the sins of the
P and X , is also the first and last letter of the Latin word
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THE MASS AS VISION EO BY MRS. MARY
"My Child, the Blessed Trinity again comes to us during the Sac
rifice of the Mass. God the Father is present during the renewal of
the Son of God's Sacrifice of Calvary. My Child, Mass renews
Christ's death and sacrifice which at the actual time was the shed
ding of blood and death of My Divine Son. The renewal is the same
only without the actual blood. The Sacrifice has not changed. There
are those that claim the Mass is the remembrance ofCalvary. They
err here My Child, it is the actual renewal, Sacrifice on the Cross.
Here, My Child, I will explain a little. You will learn more later.
My Divine Son, during and after the Last Supper, instructed the
Apostlesto follow Him in full detail as He took the bread an~e,
blesse3 It, offered it to God tlle Father in Heaven, turning the bread
into His Body; He then poured some wine into the Chalice, which
He again offers up to God the Father in Heaven as His Blood.
My Child, the Chalice symbolizes the Passion, it stands for the
Heart of Jesus from which flows Blood for man's salvation. The
Chalice is the most Sacred of all Vessels used during the Sacrifice of
the Mass. The wine used must be from pure grapes, fermented
grape juice, other wines are not valid. Bread for use during and for
the Consecration must be pure wheat. My Child, by Consecration,
Thy Lord made it possible for man to unite himself with God; be
fore this Sacrifice, man was separated from God by sin. My Son
overcame this by His great sacrifice, cruel death in love and obedi
ence to God the Father; thus, He sacrificed Himself for man's
sel[~and S!!1 opening a way for man's redemption arid appi
ness.
The Priest during the Sacrifice of the Mass r~p'res~~ts Jesus
Christ, Thy Lord, who is both Priest and Victim. He is the visible
sacrifice of the Mass. My Child, Mass may be offered up for the liv
ing, spiritual and temporal needs and for the eternal repose of the
departed. At Mass you adore God as your Redeemer, you petition
Him for thy needs in prayer. My Child, graces flow from the altars
of God to enrich man; keep thyself in sanctifying grace.
My Child, receive Thy Lord in Holy Communion every Sunday,
daily if possible.
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My Child, Thy Lord loves you. Are you willing to receive Him
into thy heart?
My Child, keep Him in thy heart making it a temple for Thy
Lord and God."
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