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Friday 24 November 2017

#95 An Account of Marie-Julie Jahenny Suffering the Passion of Christ - Our Lady of Bonne Garde Arrives

Witness account of the Passion suffered by Marie-Julie Jahenny, (Abbé Gouron), Friday November 8, 1878


Friday at 0:45 we returned to La Fraudais. We enter. She is in prayer, in her room, standing this time because she gets up every Friday to do the Stations of the Cross, because usually she is still in bed.


The entrance to the small sanctuary is forbidden. One hour strikes, (i.e 1 PM) and immediately begins the ecstasy. All doors are open to us. She is there, all alone, on her knees, praying before a crucifix. As soon as we sat down she turns to us with her eyes closed to ask for our blessing. All three, we all get up. For me, I said quietly, “Benedicat te omnipotens Deus, Pater and Filius, etc ...".  When I said "Father," the stigmatist raised her right hand, lifted it above the forehead - over her crown of thorns - it is one of the best signs of the cross I've ever seen.


By the eyes of her body she had never known us and yet she knew that we were there, she knew that we were priests. But we examine her while she is on her knees, making her grand sign of the cross. The back of her right hand is covered with bright red blood, the stigmata on her back is bleeding, the body is leaning forward, eyes still closed, the figure is an indefinable reflection of piety, love and suffering. She signs our priestly blessing and soon she turns to the west, extends her arms outstretched and begins a prayer that lasted about ten minutes. In this prayer, she said to her Beloved with a loud and vibrant voice why she would follow Him on the way to Calvary. It was for the conversion of sinners, for the triumph of the Church, for the deliverance of the Pope. It was to make amends for all the sacrileges on earth. And in a voice more vibrant, she cries to her Divine Spouse to forgive the sacrileges, to forgive the blasphemies, and the violations of the law on Sunday, to forgive the so cold indifference of a crowd of Christians.


While she is like that, praying with outstretched arms in a cross, her eyes opened wide. The pupil is fixed and turned toward the sky in a way that it hides a little under the upper eyelid, the face comes alive and is transformed more and more. It is really impossible to express this face. It seems that Marie-Julie looks up with the deepest attention, she seems absorbed in what she sees, and yet I looked at her and saw that her eyes are dilated so extraordinarily that it is impossible to see anything. It is contemplation in its highest degree.


After the prayer, her eyes close and she leans forward to take up her cross. It is there before her, that little copper cross, about eight inches long. With both hands, she takes it with efforts by the foot and can not even stir. She folds in on herself and makes a greater effort, the cross moves but is not raised. She is stepping up her efforts, her hands red with blood, clenched on that cross which seems so heavy, her face turns red, the cross comes off the ground, rising horizontally and falls to the ground soon. Note in every feature fatigue is evident. This small cross then has the same weight of that of our Divine Master!


Finally, after two long minutes of work, all the blood of the stigmatist seems to flow from her face, her lips are tight, her breath sounds, her arms tremble under the burden, but the cross stands, takes a vertical position and goes down on her shoulder and she staggers back, forward, and fails to take her balance when the cross rests on her left shoulder. Then, both hands firmly attached to the foot of the instrument of torture, she began to walk on her knees. That is how the Way of the Cross begins, needless to say she is ecstatic and it will last up to five hours.

It is the side facing west. At each step, her knees hit the floor of the room, her pace is very heavy. Arriving at the corner, she turns back, always going east to the west and from west to east. She bears the cross like this for about ten minutes. Soon she is tired, she staggers, her face naturally round, stretches more and more, she is panting.


Then she turns to us and we present a blessed cross for her to kiss. Strengthened by this reinforcement, she continues her heavy course. But she is very breathless, sometimes she wants to move and can not do it. While her trembling body falls back, forward, or for support on the partition. She takes a few more steps. Her breathing is heard very clearly. Suddenly, she falls on the face in the direction of west, making a loud noise, an extraordinary noise resembling that of a board falling on a floor. There, arms outstretched, face against the ground for twenty minutes, she talks to her Beloved. Her words flow quickly from her lips with a force, unctious, a love, an extraordinary eloquence.

Sweet cross,” cried she, “so heavy, so laden with the sins of men, you are on the back of my God! It is You, dear Jesus, who want to wear it and yet it is we who are the culprits. Oh! inflame me.”

Later, she recounts a vision which passes under her eyes and exclaims:

Why all these ardent coals (I.e embers / sparks) that, in the space amidst the darkness, detach from the cross and spread throughout the earth? Why, if not to make in souls a ray of love, to set them ablaze.”


Then she prays for priests who are present for all the assistance and the intentions she has listed at the beginning. Marie-Julie has recovered. She continues her Stations of the Cross in silence. Her face lengthens and becomes transfigured, her fatigue is becoming more and more. Here stands a very touching scene. In the middle of the course, she turns again to us, bending under the weight of her cross. We present a small crucifix for her to kiss, but it is not that. She is looking for someone to help her carry her cross and is before the Father Le Golf, and she places on his priestly shoulder the cross she wears herself. Right now, she is in the rapture of ecstasy, she reads in the sky and says in a whisper a few words that Father Le Golf hears very well and that I hear too. She begins as follows:

My brother of the Third Order of St. Francis, I see all your wishes written in the Divine Heart
of Jesus. Etc..”

Who told her that Father Le Golf had the idea to write on a piece of paper the graces that he
wanted? Myself, I did not know. And yet, the stigmatist had spoken to him in those terms. (After) Father Le Golf, she comes to me, her eyes still fixed in the sky, the heart panting and mouth ajar. I throw myself on my knees and soon the cross weighs on her left shoulder. She said softly, but in order to be heard by Father Le Golf:

Jesus Christ tells you that he is happy. Pray for me.”

She then goes to the Abbot Bihan and whispered a few words that we do not hear. Then she went around the witnesses, whispering a word or two in each ear. There was a Count and Countess from Cambrai, two people from Blain, mother Jahenny, and at the door, the envoy of the Archbishop of Tours, who, having reached the final part, took a chair placed in the kitchen but in front of the entrance of the room, the cross was placed on him as the others. After this scene so striking, Marie-Julie again commences her path by beating the floor with her knees.  Soon she is exhausted, she falls like the first time by hitting the floor with her forehead and her elbows, and reproducing the sound that I mentioned earlier. Prostrated with face against the ground, she begins to pour forth the overflowing love from her heart to her Beloved Jesus, she welcomes the cross as the source of all consolation. Then, casting a glance at all the human race, she said that man as a child does not like the cross, in his youth he rejects it, in his old age he takes it. Happy old age that prepares for a happy eternity. Now she throws a glance at the present time.


There is no more respect,” she says, “for God or his ministers on earth. The sacrileges, blasphemies, the violations of Sunday is what covers the earth.” Then, in a voice more vibrant than ever, remarks to sinners: “Listen, sinners, how long will you remain in this terrible state?”

Soon the stigmatist turns the eyes of the soul from the multitude of sinners who are trembling, and she considers the just. Unfortunately, she still finds great errors:

They want to suffer,” she cries, “but they always want to choose their cross. They murmur when they receive it arbitrarily from the hand of Jesus, or they take away the crucifix, and it is only the wood of the cross. O what a perverse doctrine,” she said, “and yet a so common doctrine! They buy a luxurious crucifix that they show but is not in the heart.


All these ideas are developed with ease and admirable diction. So she teaches devotion to the cross, the source of blessings, comfort, delectable fragrance. She teaches special devotion to the Pain (I.e. Wound) in the Shoulder. She herself has this devotion and draws great graces. Then she quotes a very effective prayer for relief. Here it is, at least in substance:


Jesus, O loving, O sweet Lamb it is I who have caused this Pain in the Shoulder, however in the name of that pain, give me Your favour.”




Then, to excite the ardour of love for the cross, she said that Jesus asks and seeks souls in love with the cross. Suddenly, in the momentum carried away by love, she said in a voice that would draw tears:

O Jesus, O my Beloved, O my dear Lord, here I am, take me. After the victim of the Sacred Heart, I am the victim of the cross. Make me suffer, crucify me, miserable sinner. At the foot of the cross I learned everything, that is where I live and die.”


All this takes about half an hour, after which the stigmatist is recovering slowly. Her eyes are closed and again and she commences her way painfully.


As we carried crucifixes on us, from time to time the stigmatist turned to us and consoled herself with a gentle kiss on the crucifix. But this time, it was no longer the same. Already she stopped once in the presence of the envoy of the Archbishop, apparently to ask him something. He not knowing what to do, and having nothing to offer, remains in place. What does she ask of him? At the beginning of the ecstasy we saw a tall man enter the house, he had in his arms a big box heavy enough and laid it in a corner with a satisfied air as if he were very happy to be rid of a weight as if it were heavy. What does this mean? The man with the box says aloud:

This comes from ecclesiastical authority.”

And he wiped his forehead. Here I am in conjectures. But soon the mother of Jahenny says:

You can enter, gentlemen.”

I went in, and from that moment, I lost sight of the secret box. The stigmatist has been acquainted with the strange man about whom I have spoken, and now here she comes, still continuing her ordeal. At each step, while her chest is rising rapidly, as not to be crushed under the weight. Meanwhile, the stranger, surprised the first time, went to open the box. He took out a statue and returned to his place. The miraculous statue dated from the 13th century. It was hidden during the Revolution, it was discovered recently and sent today to La Fraudais.





At the moment which I speak of, the stranger, sitting outside the door of the room, holding the statue, a foot and a half or two feet high. What will Marie-Julie do? Her eyes are closed, will she sense the miraculous statue? She turns away, she advances, she arrives. Her knees hitting against the door, she moves her head and can not get up at the door, throws her whole body forward without worrying about the laws of balance and with a visible joy, with a smile of happiness, she places her lips on the feet, hands, the face of the statue of Mary.


Here, there is no slowness, it is with the vivacity of a great joy that she places all her kisses all over the miraculous image. Then, extending her arms, she pressed it against her chest, carries it from the arms of this unknown layman, lays down painfully on the top of the threshold, coming towards us on her knees, supporting the miraculous statue, and in front of us Marie-Julie, carried away by the rapture of ecstasy, opens her eyes and reads in the sky:

Good Mother, dear Mother,” she said softly, and she covers it with kisses.

Suddenly she addressed us again, the priests. She said to Father Le Golf while holding the statue:


You will have unspeakable joy and consolation,” and so on.

To Father Bihan, she gives the cross and said a few words. Then with her two arms (opened) in the space, she whispered:

Another cross, another cross.”

I placed one in her hand. And then she turns to me. We are on our knees, one vis-à-vis the other. I see the pupils of her eyes, fixed in the sky, her face elongated, her lips parted. She comes down to (see) me and said:

Here is a cross, keep it. You will have a hard (or great) need of it.”


After these words, she takes up her cross, and continues her silent march in the sorrowful way. The statue is placed in the middle of the room and everyone returns to his place. A few minutes later, Marie-Julie falls for the third time and in the same way as before. The cross fell to her side. In this state, the right cheek and the corner of the mouth being placed on the floor. Marie-Julie starts a third prayer that is about twenty minutes. Her voice remains strong, free and sound.


However towards the end, we feel that her throat is a little tired. This prayer was the most beautiful of all. It brought tears to all present, and even I saw one that was not only crying but sobbing. Unfortunately, I am no longer able to follow it. It begins by acknowledging the cross, Jesus testifies to His beloved, the joy she feels when arriving at Calvary, and asked to be attached to the cross. So, St Thomas, St John Chrysostom come to her in her vision. She thanked them for what they have instructed every day, she, miserable sinner, a real Magdalene. St Francis of Assisi is also present.
She greets him with an increase in happiness. She calls him the seraph of heaven, reminds him of the swallow his sister, brother wolf, etc..

Then it is ourselves, the three Breton priests she sees in her ecstasy.


I beg you, O God, for the three Breton priests who are present here. I see their souls as white doves amid a sea of love. Around each of them, there are other small doves flutter around: they are the souls led by them.”

And further, she said:

There are among us a Brother who wears a cross in his heart and this cross prevents him from accomplishing all the good his soul wants, O my Beloved, give me some of his crosses, I want to bear them. Give them to me, to me,miserable sinner. However, my God, that Your Will be done. It is sweet to suffer with an entire resignation to the holy will of God.”

After the prayer, Marie-Julie rises. She is ravished with delight. She extends her arms and bloody hands and turns to the east. She told God to make her suffer every kind of torment, of crucifixion on the tree of the cross, and suddenly she fell backwards, like a piece of board that falls, she places her arms in a cross, places the right foot on the sole of her left foot and remains in that position for an hour and a half. This is the crucifixion, Jesus on the cross, the last ecstasy before the mystical death. Right now, we are all on our knees to recite five Our Fathers and five Hail Marys.

We may talk quietly among ourselves. One of the strangers present is told that if we wanted to raise her now, she would rise all in one “piece”, because her members are no longer flexible. We did not dare to try. But I bent over the opening of several small wounds. It is at this point that religious objects that we have are placed on her chest. We place crosses, medals and pictures and every time we lay something, each time we saw the lips of Marie-Julie stir. It is said that during this ecstasy, she asks the blessing of heaven to some objects placed on her chest.


Returning to the stigmatist. All the while, she does not move no more than a statue would, lying on her back and arms outstretched. She is also very quiet. After half an hour, a small sweet and very melodious voice is heard. This is the stigmatist herself singing a song or a hymn. In her ecstasy, she composes words, air (melody) and measure (beat / time) and sings in a heavenly voice as if she wanted to be in unison with the Angels. The first song is on the tone of the Te Deum. This is the refrain: "My sweet Jesus, I am dying of regret for not being able to die." The second song begins with these words: "My Beloved, etc.." Both express sublime ideas set out very simply and always teaches love of the cross. After the hymns she starts to pray quietly. From time to time, we give the cross to kiss, one time she asked for the Ecce Homo.


Finally after an hour and a quarter, something extraordinary takes place in her. Her chest swells, gathers together and moves convulsively, as if it were ploughed by a dagger. We think we hear a “dry” sound, similar to that of bones that break, at the same time an indescribable air of suffering is spreading like a flash the whole person of the stigmatized. All this takes about a minute and everything falls into silence. The feet of Marie-Julie is no longer one over the other, the arms fall along the body, the hands are cold. It is, I am told, the mystical death and that death should last about ten minutes. The contortions we have just come to see are from the spear she mystically receives. She must now endure excruciating pain. After seven to eight minutes, she wakes up. Death is conquered, it is a resurrection. Marie-Julie gets up, she in delight, sees her Beloved and He speaks, I think her hands are clasped at that moment.


Beautiful Paradise, beautiful heaven that you are to be desired! O Jesus, my immortal soul suffers in prison. She wishes to fly,” etc.. “The prison is already rotten, it crumbles to dust. One link connects me to it. O my Jesus, my Jesus, cut, cut here. I want to fly in the eternal splendor! ... She kisses the cross! “My Beloved tells me that the way will close and my prayers are answered. Oh! thank you, my Jesus, thank you, my Beloved, take me … I see the Virgin Mary at the foot of the eternal throne ...”

But meanwhile the vision disappeared a little more. It was not the flood of supernatural light that flooded earlier, this is only a twilight that is still low.

O my Mother,” exclaimed the stigmatized, clasping her hands to the sky, “take me.”

Then she goes before her, she seems carried away by the vision.

Good Mother,” she said at last in a tearful voice, “take me! Oh! Take me.”


The mother of Marie-Julie was there, ready. She extended her arms to support her daughter and sat her on a chair placed at the end of the bed. The ecstasy was over at quarter past five and a half or five hours in the evening. Immediately, we want to (examine) her.

No,” said the mother, she is too tired and she was truly breathless. After five or six minutes, she was delivered, and all three we are fortunate to form a circle around her and her mother. Her sister was also there, ready to serve as an interpreter for Marie-Julie. Sitting in her chair, the stigmatist was all changed. Her face, instead of being elongated, had become quite round. She received us with candour, softness, ease, confidence high. A very kind smile was always on her lips, but as she talked, her eyes were still cast down. It was not the same when a woman or a child approached. We gave each an image.

Oh! thank you, good little father.”

I think this is the term for the priest in patois. In turn, she gives everyone, two nice little pictures and a small crucifix. We affirm the promises we made each other. And finally, we parted, heart flooded with joy.


This is my visit to Fraudais. As such, it has the supernatural does it? Yes, certainly. Doubt is not even possible for anyone who has seen with his eyes. Is the supernatural (events here) divine or simply evil? I hope that the Church would later say. (Note: The Bishop of Nantes later declared the stigmatic events were not fraudulent but authentic.) I know that the devil has his stigmatists or at least something similar. I know that the devil had what I would call many mater dolorosa. But here everything is at once: The stigmata is the most beautiful we have ever seen, the rapture, ecstasy, abstinence, the diabolical attack, the excellent doctrine. Everything grows towards the good, and nothing is evil, nothing, absolutely nothing. For me personally, I strongly believe in the supernatural divine.” (i.e., that these events are of a divine nature.)

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Note: In the book “We Are Warned” the witness who recorded this event is described 'unknown', however, judging from the previous text which took place the day before this account, the witness must be Abbé Gouron as he said he would come the next day, Thursday, and those who were with him such as Abbé Golf, are mentioned again in this text dated November 8. This text also starts with “We returned to La Fraudais”, so it is clear this text must have also been written by Abbé Gouron.


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Wednesday 6 September 2017

#47 Eyewitness Account - Marie-Julie Jahenny Suffering the Passion

An eyewitness account of Marie-Julie Jahenny's mystical suffering of the Passion.  Her ecstasy and messages dated October 17, 1877.

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A quarter to one - Marie-Julie is sitting in a wicker chair, her head resting on her bed. She is oppressed. Monsieur (Fr.) David (her confessor) said that it is the happiness she feels united with her Saviour. We were placed on chairs and on benches around the room which can only hold seven or eight people, the other seven in number, start at the door outside the house (her room).

Marie-Julie asks for the blessing of the priests at the invitation of Fr. David, they rise while all the assistants imitate Marie-Julie, prostrating themselves during the priestly blessing. She sits down and almost immediately the ecstasy begins:

"My beloved Jesus, I adore You and love You and I see You come to me full of love and tenderness! My beloved Jesus, hide me in this holy love. My heart flies to You, my beloved Jesus, receive me! Come to me Love of my heart, transported with love. I did not deserve to have so much happiness, I will be with You, near the cross, dear Beloved, treasured Spouse. I give You my heart to walk in Your footsteps.Make me suffer because I languish with love. My heart is Yours, enclose it in Yours. It's too
much love. Give me suffering, the cross, my Spouse of Calvary!"

The servant of God put her hands behind her back, she continues her holy effusions. She attends the Saviour’s agony in the Garden; the abuse, he is condemned, the outrage, the taking up of the cross. Marie-Julie shares the pain of Jesus and refers to the column of the flagellation, the barbarous treatment inflicted on Jesus Christ. She admires the heroism of Veronica who, braving the soldiers and executioners, came to the Divine Master and wipes His face covered with sweat.  In the words of the ecstatic, the holy women, especially Madeleine, try to give some relief to our Lord that tradition does not report.  Marie-Julie implores forgiveness of Jesus and His mercy.

Marie-Julie: “Strip me,” she said, “and my will, and my freedom, give me Your love, give me Your cross, Your thorns and Your nails. Strip me of everything, put on me Your clothes of poverty, give me a piece of clothing at the foot of Your cross, purity, virginity. Forgiveness for sinners, for me, my beloved Jesus!”

The Man of pain does not utter a whisper.  Perfect model of patience, resignation, charity.

Marie-Julie kneels and begins the way of the cross, walking in silence on her knees and bearing a mystic cross that crushes and she is made to march under its weight with extreme difficulty. She wears a small cross with both hands above her left shoulder.

One hour and twenty minutes - First fall.

She falls face against the ground and cries. After a time during which she speaks softly and requests, she said aloud:

Marie-Julie: “My beloved Jesus, I adore You and love You. I see You wear my sins, in Your tenderness and Your love. How I may not ask to suffer, miserable sinner that I am! My beloved Jesus said:

Jesus: “Do you wish to suffer more? Will you suffer to console My Divine Heart? Suffer for the conversion of sinners?”

Marie-Julie: “Oh! too happy to suffer with You at the stake of torture of the Cross. Always and everywhere to suffer! This is where I enjoy my happiness. I must suffer. Oh! prepare me the cross, suffering!”

She goes back on her knees and continues the path of the Cross, bearing the mystical wood with more pain and fatigue than before.

One hour thirty five minutes, the second fall. She speaks softly, sobbing and praying. Her small cross fell to her left, detached from her. Then she said aloud:

Marie-Julie: “My beloved Jesus, I adore You and I see You and I am with You. For some time I offend You, You have suffered long enough for me! I promise You O my treasure, I promise you a thousand times to die rather than offend You.”

Jesus shows His wounds. He falls face against the ground and separates the cross from Him.  Oh! Father! O my eternal Word, I contemplate Your adorable Wounds. They are many voices crying, asking for prayers!

Jesus' words: “Prepare your heart,” said the ood Jesus in His tenderness to me, “give Me your love. I saw that you share My pain. I will make you (a) support to comply with My Will, (to) call the graces and blessings of heaven.

Marie-Julie: I see the bloody wound in His shoulder! How deep and painful it is.

Jesus: “I will tell you My prayers that alleviate My suffering. I desire that this Wound be made
known to My children.”


(Click Here for the NEW WOUND of the SHOULDER PROMISES given to Marie-Julie Jahenny)

My divine Jesus opens His Heart. He said: Jesus: “The people for whom you pray, they  come knocking at the door of My Divine Heart. I will purify by the pain and their sacrifices, which you ask me.”

An hour and three quarters. Marie-Julie gets on her knees once more, rests a moment, looking intently up into the sky, closes her eyes and walks again on her knees. She stops beside her chair, supported by the parish priest of Savenay (Monsieur l'Abbé Mauclerc) to whom she gives her small cross (20 to 30 centimetres), fixed her eyes again to heaven. She is oppressed, she sobs, closed her eyes and leaving her small cross in the hands of the priest continues her walk with her mystical cross that is so heavy.

One hour fifty five minutes - she falls for the third time, her face against the ground, upper arms parallel to the direction separated from the body. She sobs. After some time of silence and prayer, she speaks again:

Marie-Julie: “My beloved Jesus, I ask You to have a share on Calvary, in Your suffering. The Cross of Your sacrifice is prepared. Cruel executioners, nail me to the place of my Jesus, it was I who deserved all the pain! My Saviour said:

"Come on My Cross."

Marie-Julie: “O tender love of the cross, when  you have tasted it, you can not leave it! Lay me on the gallows, I want to live and die on the Cross, the Cross of Calvary.”

She tries to get up six times and six times she always falls face against the ground! In the seventh effort, she remains kneeling.

Marie-Julie continues her invocations to the Divine Heart of Jesus. She relies on Mary and unites her prayers to those of the Virgin without stain. She attends the crowning with thorns, the crucifixion and her language is that of an angel calling the torments of the eternal King of ages, consumed with this holocaust of reparation. She opens her arms and looks up to heaven:

"Too sweet suffering, come to accomplish the sacrifice I ask of you. My heart swims in delight, I am with You on the Cross that consoles!"

Three quarter hours - She raises her hands by further opening her arms, turns, puts her left foot on the right foot and fell behind her arms up high and open, hands clenched as nailed to the Cross. She says the Litany of St. Germaine (composed by her) in which each verse begins with "St. Germaine, spouse of Jesus Christ or my sister, O my Germaine etc.."

After these litanies that are admirable, she sings a plaintive air, with arms in the same position, she is still on the cross and said:

"Every day, my Spouse of Heaven, give my heart, an extreme tenderness, on the top of the Cross, O Jesus, from the top of the Cross, render a kind glance to your children that weep and moan. My beloved Jesus, show us Your love. from heaven, watch your children. Mercy, my God for sinners who so far have not listened! And you, O Mary, O my loving Mother, pray to Jesus, your beloved Son! Ask that He has mercy on us!

Without You, my God, alas, without You, we perish! Hide us in your heart, tender Mary, bear our hearts to Jesus! O Divine Master, we will all bless You, Your Sacred Heart. It will be our defence. It will be the King of men! Divine Jesus, bring forth the victory in Your adorable Heart. Show your mercy.

Precious Treasury that is the Cross! What rich portion to possess the Cross! Pity, my God, from the height of the Cross, for your children covered in a coat of mourning. Show us the
flower of hope that will one day save us.

Mary, my august Mother, present to Jesus, the plaints of our hearts and say to Him we want
peace. Your dear Son does not know how to refuse you! Hurry this time of peace. Pity for
your children!

Oh! Mary, ask Jesus that He forgives before exercising His Divine Vengeance! We will not
perish because Mary has promised us. Mother Mary will protect us."

Three hours and forty five minutes. They say a decade of the rosary while Marie-Julie does not
speak.

Three hours and fifty minutes. She is struck with a spear. We see her sufferings betrayed by groans of pain and the side that is contracting. She kissed the crucifix that she is presented, she prays in a low voice and is stationary.

Then, four hours, she said:

"My beloved Jesus, I adore You and love You with all my heart. I see You died for me on that cross ... There are many tender hearts but there are others who are cold and very hard, for whom faith is dead. Have mercy on these poor, wake up love in them! My beloved Jesus looks with pity, (He) calls them in His mercy.”

Words of Jesus: "Love, come, sinners,” He says, “it is time for forgiveness, repentance, contrition. Soon the time will be spent. I will not forgive any more, it will be time for Justice, and
I will strike."

The Heart of God is full of hidden treasures and not yet known. “Soon,” says the Saviour, “you will see how My Heart possesses love for you. Oh, My children who have ceased to offend me! I do not want to leave you to die because you are My work, I have forgiven you and forgive you every day!”

At the foot of the Cross for poor France, I saw Mary quench her tears with her cloak. For a long time She holds the arm of her Son. She suspends Justice. Mary asks for prayers for the children of the Sacred Heart. She is begging for us, she asks the Sacred Heart a little more time before we invoke again. The Divine Jesus, does He forgive (us)?"

Marie-Julie saw Saint Francis of Assisi at the foot of the Cross and lets fall from her soul accents worthy of the founder of the SeraphicOrder.

Marie-Julie (drops) down the arms along the body: the tomb. She remains motionless. Then at half past four, she received a new strike from a spear (or the blood of the other spear seems to stifle it.) Embraces the crucifix, the relic of the True Cross, the statue of the Blessed Virgin .

She asks for the image of Saint Francis of Assisi, a priest takes one from his breviary, she does not take it. Fr David said to the Abbot, "I know what it is, the image is not holy." He blessed it and immediately she approached affectionately with her lips. (Kisses the image.) Same thing happens for a rosary she refuses. Fr David asked if it was blessed. - “Yes,” they say. Is it the cross? - “I do not know” is the answer. “I had lost it, and I replaced it.” We present the rosary again to Mary-Julie who did not take it (until the cross is blessed) and she accepted the rosary and the cross with kisses. She makes signs of the cross on her forehead with her relic, she passes it over her eyes. She prays and often brings to her mouth, crosses, rosaries, relics she has with her.

During this time of silence, one recites the last four decades of the second part of the Rosary,
plus ten for the intentions of Marie-Julie.

Five hours. She gets up, gets on her knees, hands, eyes turned heavenward, she said:

"The Seraphic Father Saint Francis had a tender love for his crucified Jesus that when he heard His name pronounced, he fell face against the ground and could not contain his happiness.  Oh! Seraphic Father St. Francis, soon I will call you my Father, and many others too. "

Marie-Julie points out the following facts: St. Francis remained unconscious three hours when
he felt the iron of the spear for the first time. He stayed five hours in agony on the rock. A flame
would come from his heart sometimes.
Marie-Julie saw a consoling grace of which the
day is not far away.

Five and a half hours. Her eyes are open, she gives her crucifix to kiss, which he returned after his turn of assisting. Marie-Julie announced that an abundance of grace came out of the Sacred Heart of Jesus "but I can not quite say" she cries, “I will speak in secret, my beloved Jesus and His Blessed Mother will defend me from speaking in public.

The Blessed Virgin does not bless us now, it will be Our Lord and the seraphic St. Francis. We will honour and make amendment to the Sacred Heart of Jesus.”

She falls down and said an admirable prayer aloud. The whole audience joined her on her knees. Then she gets up and bows with Our Lord and St. Francis all the objects in her hands for the blessing.

Finally, she falls, broken, into the arms of her mother who sits in her chair when she revived to normal life, but not right away. Everyone retires discreetly leaving her family. Each of the assistants is happy and confident. Fr. David her confessor waits for her to completely revive  (from her ecstasy).

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