Ecstasy date
November 4, 1880
Marie-Julie
Jahenny; "The Church, with a veiled sigh, comes to resound at
the doors of my broken soul the echo of its dying voice. The supreme
pontiff launches an agonising word (message) to his people, to the
children of whom he is a father. It is a sword for my soul. (...) I
see it all in my mystic Sun. Oh, how I suffer!"
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Ecstasy
Date November 30, 1880
Our
Lady: “I salute you, my children, from my mother's heart and with
all my affection. I come to establish my throne in the midst of you.”
Marie-Julie Jahenny:
“Thank you, good Mother! We also salute you from the bottom of our
hearts.”
Our
Lady: “My children, do not be sad, if you see me descend like this
dressed in an outfit of deep mourning.”
Not
a piece of her clothing bears white, nor any joyful colour. Her
forehead is veiled to the eyebrows. She is very sad and said:
Our
Lady: “It is not because of you, my children, I wear this black
dress, this is the cause ... His heart beats with pain, I see It –
it is because of this unfortunate hour, which for many days, will
envelop you and complete the loss of this unfortunate kingdom that
was so dear to me and still is. I say long (many), it is because of
the depth of pain these days include …
I
am mourning for the rest of the last houses of virgins who live in
prayer. An hour is decided that will break their intimate rest and
cause the shedding of tears of regret. All these houses will be
broken, sooner than any of you who have the faith are able to
conceive. (I.e. religious houses and convents will be closed.)
Suddenly
Hell will roar. This cry will never cease. The ministers of my Son
will be sent back to their homes and scattered among the people.
When the hand of the perfidious man will arise for the third time on
the rest of the houses of grace which, by their prayers, have held
back the wrath of my divine Son, when that hand will land for the
third time, it will go through, without exception of any person, not
even the families of faith who stay at home, in prayer. Their homes
will be tainted by the entry of formidable men. (Note: more about
the persecution of the Church, it seems it will happen in three 'waves'
or 'stages', religious houses will be targeted, but even the homes of
the faithful will not be spared persecution in the final stage. Also, see post # 134, click here. )
Only
my Son and I are aware what follows their designs. These designs lead
to the overthrow of the guilty, complete and perfect of all things.”
Marie-Julie:
The Virgin lifts up a little of her black dress that hides her feet,
and shows me a large black crown that has only a few white dots. She
draws it from her feet and takes it in her virginal hands.
Our
Lady: “Here it is,” she says, “unhappy crown, that before was
so white, so admired by all foreign kings, and famous to the ends of
the world. Today, under this sorrowful form, is the crown of France.
It will retain this heartbreaking colour until the day when the man
of God, my Son will raise France from its ruins. It will, in tears,
take this melancholy diadem and place it around its forehead,
raising, with a broken heart, this kingdom fallen into the ruins of
the most heinous and the most guilty. In this crown, my children, all
France is enclosed, except you, O Brittany!
I
did not want placed, this black crown, not even on the tip of your
lands, oh Brittany that I love, but my Son has a corner reserved for
the most painful test. I will intervene when I can.” (i.e.
Brittany will be spared most of the chastisements, but a corner of
it will still be tested.)
The
Holy Virgin held up, with both hands, the crown to heaven and said:
“My
Son, of all my people who are threatened, keep Brittany protected by
my mother (St. Anne) and protected by my goodness, oh! at least keep
the rest of Your homes that are sacred to You, keep in peace, your
Apostles, faithful, let them rest."
Our
Lady is silent. We hear this word, the voice of God speaking as a
judge, penetrating into the depths:
'My
Mother, in a short time, there will be no peace or rest; in a short
time, there will be more freedom for evil, for fire, blood and
death.'
These
are the words I heard, loudly and truthfully. Our Lady places the
crown at His feet and said:
“O
France so dear, I look at you with an eye wet with tears. I see this
crown rising from your feet. You will put it on your head. You will
come to mercilessly push the weapon of death into the hearts of your
generous fighters, the sword of death.”
Her
voice swoons like a mother to whom death has taken away what she
holds most dear. The Blessed Virgin, her eyes fixed on France, said
to it:
My
child it is out of the goodness that I warn you of the approach of
these fatal calamities, and of all major disasters. My children,
very close to this place where you will stay peaceful, at the
beginning of this great and last storm that will bring a bright
future, (I.e. at the beginning of the last and greatest of the
persecutions and chastisements) you will see fall very near evils so
great and so numerous that you will be in agony to see so many suffer
all around you.
My
children, you will see fall on the world deadly diseases that will
leave no time to be prepared to appear before my Son. (We will
not have time to receive the Last Rites, the diseases and plagues
will spread and kill rapidly. See Remedies for the Chastisement Plagues and Diseases)
The
lightnings of heaven will succeed with a rapid violence. Fire from
heaven will travel the earth to an appalling width: the vengeful
lightning will burn any point that produces the fruit. Cultivated
lands will be devastated by the power of this fire; grasslands will
be burned and reduced to a land completely stripped. The fruit will
not appear, all the branches of trees will be dry to the trunk.
Children
of Brittany, you will use, to keep your crops, that which the
goodness of my Son has revealed to you: it is the only way to save
your food. (Note: the only remedy I have discovered revealed to
Marie-Julie on how to save crops is to sow into the ground blessed
St. Benedict exorcism medals in the form of a cross in the fields
where food is grown. This must be the method described.)
My
children, for three days the sky will be on fire, furrowed by fear of
divine wrath. What saddens me,
is that this anger will not stop the forces of hell. They are neither
afraid of my Son nor hell. It needs be that these times pass. The
danger of France is written in heaven by the power eternal. I can not
intercede, I am not anything more than a mother without power.
For
many years the earth will produce nothing. France will be unhappy,
even after its triumph. For two or three years, she will feel the
ruins and the deep misery. The
misery will be great, although my people is clear (of it?). Prayer
will bring the blessing. My son and I will have mercy on this long
penance.
My
children, pray for the Church, pray for all your ministers, pray for
the Pope, for they will make an attempt (on his life) in his days.
This
place is also riddled with vengeance, and evil will be immeasurable,
despite the faith of many of my people. The evil, that I see so
close, to my heart leaves a wound that will last forever: a
considerable loss of souls, the faith ruined, baptism soiled. All
these acts of cowardice, that I see, change into bad Christians many
of my children. France
will perish - not all but many will perish it will be saved with a
much smaller number...
O
France, they will bring, even in your place, the dust from abroad.
(I.e. 'dust' - an expression meaning the 'least desirable'. ) You
will not be (able) to return these foreigners. You were so noble,
your nobility will be lost.
(The least desirable of
foreigners
will come and change France from within.)
I have seen all pass on the earth. Never - I tell you with a
mother's heart – never have I seen under my watchful eyes such
crimes, such misfortunes: violations,
sacrilegious attacks. It
is now that I see all this pain. Oh! Pray, my children! I will stop
the pain. Rest, my children.”
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