From an undated text. The following astonishing revelation was given to Marie-Julie Jahenny:
The soldier Longinus descended pensively down the slopes of Calvary. It was Friday evening. He carried on his shoulder the spear that had pierced the side of the Crucified.
A drop of Blood remained on the end of the iron (point), bright, red; It was about fall in the dust of the road. God made a chalice; on the edge of the trail, a stem pushed up all of a sudden, the stem formed a bud, the bud opened, it was a lily as white as the mantle of the angels. The drop of Blood fell into the corolla and the corolla closed.
Longinus had not seen the prodigy, and he continued his march. But one of the archangels surrounding Calvary had detached from the celestial Phalanges (the heavenly hosts) and he had followed the soldier. He bowed and plucked the flower. Then he took off and when he was in Heaven, he planted the beautiful lily in the garden of the angels.
Each spring, a stem pushed but the bud did not open. Four or five times, however, in the course of centuries, the petals of the lily seemed about to open, and they even let out a fragrance so sweet, so sweet ... It was when there had arrived on the earth ardent souls, loving the Crucified. The Archangel bowed, while hoping the beautiful lily would bloom, but it would not open.
The Lord made the lily to flower in the garden of the Angels. The Lord commanded the bud to open. A heady perfume filled all of Heaven. The corolla is bent, the drop of Blood fell. It crossed all spheres of Heaven. The stars, that saw It fall, they darted all their rays and the drop of Blood crimsoned with a thousand fires.
It fell, fell down on a little corner of the earth where there was a four year old child kneeling in a church. It was between the two elevations of the Mass.
The child had its little bare knees on the floor and she said a word that she felt compelled to always repeat without much understanding:
'O my God, I consecrate my purity, and I make to You a vow of perpetual chastity.'
When she rose, after the second elevation (at the Mass), she saw a drop of blood, bright as the fire that fell upon her; she collected it in her little hands, lifted it to her lips, and like the small flowers drink the dew drop, she drank the drop of Blood. From then on, her heart always burned in her breast.
The child was (St.) Margaret Mary, in the small Church of the Château du Terreau in Verosvres.
The devotion to the Sacred Heart had been sown in the world with the last drop of Blood from the pierced Side on Calvary.
Since then, the Blood of the Sacred Heart drawn from the Eucharistic chalice has made flourish this dear devotion in the pure of heart.
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